People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

But times have changed; we don't need too many examples, just enough.

How many reasons do people living in the present and stepping into the future have to regard history books as the ultimate guide?

Furthermore, Hadley, who wrote "The History of the Sarkaz War" and now works part-time as the principal and literacy teacher at the first public school in Kazdelnia, understands a simple truth:

"Make things up, make them up however you want! History is like a little girl who can be dressed up however you like!"

"How much history do ordinary Sarkaz people know? The inheritance of Sarkaz civilization has always been in the hands of the royal court and other upper echelons, but now it is in our hands."

"The power to interpret history is now in our hands. As long as we want, we can create whatever history we want."

So, people are actually very contradictory, as Hadley said, but by writing books and teaching the Tikkatz to read, he was subtly breaking the monopoly of power that allowed for the arbitrary creation of history. If he hadn't done so, the rule of Kazdelnia might have maintained a level that no previous Kazdel had ever reached under the policy of ignorance, but he chose to do it this way.

Because he wanted to give civilization to the ages, not ages to civilization. What he wanted to see was a powerful, progressive nation, a society where the Tikkaz were truly on par with the ordinary people of this land in terms of knowledge, quality, and culture, rather than a demonic lair that had lived long enough but was no different from before, and was considered "just another cesspool" by racists.

However, these are all things for later.

To be honest, Ernst was a little scared.

What are you trying to do? Am I here to oversee the rescue efforts? Your actions, expressions, and shouts make me feel like I'm about to physically emit light and heat!

Ernst swallowed hard and raised his hand to try and quiet the Tikkaz, but before he could move, the terminal in his pocket rang.

To support this rescue operation, [Paradise Network] has specially opened a dedicated communication line to the [Sami] region. This ensures that even if the rescue team ventures deep into the icy plains, into unknown territory where there isn't a single base station, communication will still be possible!

The person who called was none other than Nastie, whom Ernst had been longing for.

As soon as Ernst answered the phone, Nastya's somewhat nervous voice came through:

"Mr. Ernst, where are you now?"

汃唔☆流粶偲缌￥Find Books Group: "Uh, the square in front of the front-line base."

Ernst replied,

"Nasti, you..."

“I’m coming right away. Manfred and Ersula aren’t doing well, Mr. Ernst, please take care of them.”

Ernst opened his mouth, glanced at the Tikkaz gathered at the front of the stage who had tacitly fallen silent while Ernst was on the phone, took a deep breath, and nodded:

"walk slowly."

Manfred and Ersula's situation is more important, and the Tikkaz seem to have calmed down. Let's save them first.

A moment later, Nasti brought the unconscious Manfred and Ersula, whose eyes were beginning to shrivel, to the outer edge of the square.

Ernst walked down the stairs of the front-line base, and the Tikaz gathered below retreated to both sides like a tide, consciously creating a passage.

Under the intense gaze of everyone, Ernst swallowed hard, walked to Nast's side, glared at her helplessly, and under her pleading look, rubbed his hands together and slapped her.

"Crack!"

As the sound of slapping rang out, a flash of light came from the dense crowd of onlookers, followed by another round of jumping and cheering from the Sarkaz.

The following day, the Casimir Wine Newspaper, which had fled to Sami, published its first blockbuster news story since the company's relocation.

Can three "pa" sounds really suppress evil spirits? The untold stories between Prime Minister Sherag and the old Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion: Exorcism is good, but you have to learn it!

Chapter 1036 Red Wine Reports Death

The old master was also amazed.

Having lived to such an old age, she asked herself, "I've endured all kinds of hardship and seen all kinds of situations. In the Great Yan Dynasty, I fought against the tyrannical emperor and beheaded the treacherous ministers. I was a martial hero guarding the borders and a cultural master. My status was revered and high above all others. I was truly above the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers, second only to the Emperor. How wise and powerful I was, and how inviolable!"

Unexpectedly, less than two months after I left the country, rumors started circulating about me.

This was the first time in her life that she had been rumored to have a "secret relationship" with a man, and with a boy who was less than a fraction of her age! Although Ernst was indeed the most capable person of the younger generation she had ever met, he was still a child!

This is an absurd reversal of the natural order! It's utter chaos and moral decay!

The old Celestial Master is quite old. Although she looks young and has a youthful mindset, she is a real old woman! If she hadn't used secret techniques to prolong her life, she would probably be a white-haired woman leaning on a cane by now!

She herself felt that, given the age difference between her and Ernst, if something were to really happen between them, and she were to be accused of being an old cow eating young grass, she would be dragged out and executed by slow slicing!

Even if no one dares to lay a hand on her, her conscience won't allow it!

In the conservative environment of Yan Country, she had never experienced anything like the sensationalism of the *Red Wine Daily*. After seeing the newspaper, she cursed several times, "What kind of behavior is this!" and then went to Ernst to clarify things:

"I feel I need to clarify that this news has absolutely nothing to do with me. I really haven't taught you anything, and we've barely even exchanged a few words."

Ernst, who was suddenly approached by the old master, was a little confused when he heard these words.

But seeing the old Taoist priest's serious face, which had turned red, and looking at the newspaper she was clutching, Ernst suddenly understood something and waved his hand, both amused and exasperated.

"It's alright, Master, you don't need to care about this kind of gossip."

"How can we ignore this? This kind of spreading of rumors, even in Yan Country..."

The old Celestial Master was so angry that she stammered, but what she was saying in her broken words was very clear: if I don't deal with this troublemaker today, my lifelong reputation as a Celestial Master will be ruined!

Indeed, the older a person gets, the more like a child. Especially someone like the Old Master, who has lived to a ripe old age and spent most of his time playing PvE, rarely involved in court intrigue PvP, and almost never gets slandered, would certainly be angry about such clumsy PvP tactics.

Reputation is very important to the people of Yan. Jade can be broken but its whiteness cannot be changed; bamboo can be burned but its integrity cannot be destroyed. This is a kind of persistence and integrity for many people of Yan. It can only be said that the editor of "Red Wine News" has really kicked a hornet's nest this time.

The Great Yan Kingdom has only been open for a short time. They might have just heard some rumors that the Yan Kingdom has a government department called the Celestial Master's Mansion, which shoulders many social responsibilities, including fighting against evil spirits. The head Celestial Master is a woman, and Ernst just happened to have gone to the Yan Kingdom and returned to purify a corrupted and collapsed Sarkaz with a slap. They then blatantly made subjective conjectures and connected the two events.

The result

Ernst had no sympathy for the Wine Gazette either; what was that saying again?

I like your news, but remember to turn off your private messages. What? You weren't afraid when you were stirring up trouble with Ernst, but now that the old master is at your door, are you scared?

Ernst thought for a moment, then contacted Holhaya via communications and asked her to give the address of the editorial office of the wine shop in Sami to the old master.

Others might not know where the wine report was hidden, but Ernst was certain that Holheimer knew.

She used to be a top agent, and although she's now a secretary, her intelligence-gathering skills haven't diminished at all. Besides Vina, she's the one who handles everything inside and outside Sherag.

In fact, she knows far more than Vina in some rather "niche" fields.

Vina might not know exactly how many foreign intelligence agents Sherag had, but Horhaia certainly did. Similarly, Vina might not know how many people had been stalking Ernst behind his back, but Horhaia, don't underestimate the snake's keen senses.

The old master got the address and was about to go find work when Ernst stopped her: 0

"Wait a moment, Master, you'd better do something to conceal it."

"why?"

The old celestial master frowned.

“I have acted uprightly and honestly, and I am here to seek justice. If I cannot do so openly and fairly, what is the point of seeking justice?”

Ernst nodded:

“I understand what you mean, but you must have also heard the saying, ‘It’s easy to spread rumors, but it’s incredibly difficult to refute them.’ The Wine Gazette has been publishing tabloid stories for a long time. You could say that no one on this land is too surprised by what their editors write; at most, they’ll just treat it as a joke. But if you really take this seriously, then those busybodies will really think that everything has a reason.”

"If your goal is to punish the Red Wine Newspaper, then I suggest you report this matter to His Majesty the True Dragon first, and then go to the address of the Red Wine Newspaper. Don't say anything, just wipe out everyone there. I will help ask Sami to cooperate and send these people to Yan Kingdom."

"So troublesome?"

The old master was clearly reluctant, and Ernst could only shrug and show a helpless expression:

“There must be a legitimate reason for the attack, and everything must be done properly. If you take a step back, once the people actually arrive in Yan, you can naturally try them according to Yan's laws. At that time, no matter what the outcome is, you can give an explanation to the world.”

Actually, such procedures would be illegal in my previous life, but this is Terra, where there are no extradition laws or territorial jurisdiction. Ernst doesn't deal with this bunch of professional gossips because he's too lazy to bother with them. But since the old master wants to take action, Ernst naturally doesn't mind doing a favor and sending Red Wine off happily.

Gossip is fine, but spreading rumors out of thin air is not good, especially when it's Wu who doesn't know the difference between right and wrong and dares to spread rumors about anyone. From Viviana to Ernst, and now to the old master, they are all victims. It can be seen that the wine newspaper is "extremely arrogant and its actions are particularly rampant!"

They spread rumors about Ernst, and while the product became a hit, Ernst didn't receive a single penny! He got burned for nothing and had to watch others make money? When has he ever suffered such a loss?!

This is no longer just ordinary gossip; we must take strong action!

It's a good opportunity to dismantle the Wine Newspaper, allowing Mackey's Rose Newspaper to capture that market share as well.

Cough cough, it was just something I did, just something I did.

The old master frowned and thought for a moment, and finally agreed to the plan.

She did find it troublesome, but she really didn't want to give people something to talk about.

He lived an honest and upright life, dedicating himself wholeheartedly to his work, only to end up with a bad reputation because of dealing with rumors spread by a few people. It wasn't worth it. Besides, isn't Zhenlong looking for something for his brother to do now?

Let's see what Yanwu Wei Yanwu will do.

If he truly harbors ambitions to rise to power, he will most likely try to win me over. This incident is a legitimate opportunity for him.

Spreading rumors about "Guozhu" could be a big deal or a small deal. If it doesn't get on the big stage, it's just a piece of gossip or a media storm. But if it gets on the big stage, it's defaming a key minister of Yan State, insulting one of the leaders of a permanent member of the UN Security Council, and spreading rumors about a civilized guardian who guards the border and resists evil forces!

Just put the hats on them, and they'll all stay silent.

"Thank you very much."

The old master clasped his hands in thanks to Ernst, looking quite like a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry).

Ernst also followed suit and clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"It's okay, just a small matter."

"Then I won't disturb you."

The old master gave Ernst an appreciative look and nodded.

"I'll go to Shelag sometime when I have the chance."

Ens-Souso waved goodbye, saying, "Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar?"

After personally seeing the old master out, Ernst finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his temporary office at the front-line base.

This was actually just a minor incident, but it did give him a chance to relax and catch his breath.

Now that his rest is over, he still has many things to take care of and won't have time for a while.

Picking up the latest pioneering report from the fourth day on the table, after Manfred and Ersula woke up, according to their directions, the vanguard landships had reached the area the Sami people called the "Ice Rock Remains," and the temperature at the front had dropped below -33 degrees Celsius.

The unicorn crouched low in the dense forest, its dark shadows silently staining the snow. The biting cold pierced to the bone. The trees gradually thinned out at the edge of the field of vision, and the black tundra emitted specks of iridescent light. The map ahead was now blank.

Now, what stands before them is the last obstacle between the Endless Ice Plains and the Unknown Land, the final line of defense for life that even Ernst could not persuade Sami to open.

There, the explorers' gaze toward the gloomy north was blocked, the resilient Sami raised the mountains, and the cold, rock-like warriors built high walls.

There, the Will of Sami awaits the arrival of challengers.

They are the last line of defense for civilization, preventing the filthy tentacles of evil from deep space from casting shadows on the pure snowfields, and also preventing explorers who know no reverence from recklessly crossing the line of life.

Ernst took a deep breath, and then, through the [Paradise Network], solemnly issued his orders to the vanguard troops at the front:

Over the mountains! ( )

P.S.: Happy April Fool's Day! I wonder if a beautiful, kind, and understanding girl who is good at games, rich, and always ready to respond to my calls without ever bothering me when she's busy will secretly confess her love to me under the guise of April Fool's Day?

Chapter 1037: Civilization Ahead, Please Witness!

The courage to cross boundaries may be dismissed as recklessness by ordinary people, but nature never speaks a word, no matter what it takes in.

The mountains stand majestically, and [Sami] reigns supreme. His emanations transform into mountains, vegetation, wind, snow, and ice, filling everything in this world. From time immemorial to the present, the only constant is His will, and the only eternal thing is the icy plain beneath His feet.

At this very moment, countless traces of life, neither created nor protected by Him, have appeared in this icy plain.

[Sami] then lowered his head, turning his attention away from the distant vision and to his feet.

Amidst the mountains, where wind and snow obscure the view, the flickering light of civilization shines faintly in the howling wind.

This is a stunning scene.

A bluish-green aurora rose from the edge of the ice field rift valley, and the flags of the World Summit, held together by three hands, fluttered in the icy storm.

Beside the banner, the Letanian mages who emerged from the landship exhaled a breath of warm air, adjusting to the frigid Sami air as they plunged their staffs into the frozen ground. Their chanting pierced the howling north wind, and hexagonal rune arrays glowed faintly within a thirty-meter radius, releasing a warm aura that melted the ice on the soles of the Sami warriors' animal-hide boots and provided a comfortable environment for the others.

Several Ursus scholars knelt at the ice's edge, their breath condensing into frost on their goggles. The silver-bearded elder at the head wiped the ice shards from his beard and slowly inserted a probe emitting a strange light into the ice crevice. The Originium crystal reader suddenly burst forth with a blinding red light.

Before the roar of "Pollution Index Rising" was torn apart by the wind, Victoria's engineers had already cast out steel cable anchors. The white smoke from the steam drills intertwined with the seemingly unchanging aurora overhead, creating a spiderweb-like metal bridge between the ice cliffs. Its convenience and efficiency were the first impressions that Talulah and Alleide left on this land after they revived Victoria's proud steam-Originium industrial system.

In front of the metal bridge, the captain of the Sarkaz Guardians suddenly grabbed the Yan Kingdom Celestial Master who was about to take a step. They raised their heavy swords, which emitted a decaying green light, and the Yan Kingdom Celestial Master immediately cast a wary glance at them.

However, when they cleanly and decisively swung their heavy swords, cleaving through the seemingly smooth ice surface as if slicing a cake, a dark, turbid stream gushed out from the crack, emitting an astonishingly polluted odor.

The Sami warriors from the thirteen tribes gathered together simultaneously blew their bone flutes. Xue Si raised her hand, unleashing the divine power bestowed by the Sami. From beneath the ice, it seemed as if an ancient evil spirit was roaring in resentment. A dark shadow, as if stimulated by something, sprang out from the ground like lightning.

Meanwhile, the Celestial Masters of Yan Kingdom were already prepared.

Accompanied by the urgent incantation, the exorcising thunder magic descended from the sky, instantly enveloping the darting black shadow like a ball of lightning.

The Sarkaz, once reduced to mercenaries, slaves, or black market miners, have come together. They possess a powerful affinity for Originium Arts, a blessing and a curse. And spells that were once used only to kill each other are now being used in concert to attack the enemies of civilization.

With a deafening roar, the robes of the Lytanian sorcerers were whipped about by the turbulent flow of Originium Arts, making a crackling sound. However, they still raised their arms to maintain the temperature barrier and immediately set up a calming wind barrier to prevent the roar from triggering a dangerous avalanche in the valley.

After doing all that, they laughed and complained that next time they should "pay more attention to warmth and save on style," then, with chattering teeth, they gave a high-five to the Colombians who came out of the landship that followed.