People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Kherag awakens in the milky white mist of dawn, the vapors slowly flowing along the cobblestone streets, soaking the entire city in a damp chill. The rising sun, filtered through the clouds into a soft, frosted glass-like light, casts a hazy silver edge on the sloping roofs of the wooden houses lining the streets. Intermittent cries echo from the cliffs near the snow line, and as herds of grey-feathered beasts sweep across the sea of ​​mist, their tail feathers trace shimmering icy trails in the air currents.

Valerie pressed her eight palms against the coffee shop window and breathed on them, the condensation instantly shattering with the clatter of the roller shutter. She stood on tiptoe and hung up the two beechwood signs; the gilded lettering of "Cedar Café" glowed warmly in the morning light. Across the street came the crisp sound of wooden boots tapping on the cobblestones. An old woman, wrapped in a thick fur shawl, was watering the frostings on the windowsill with a copper kettle. Seemingly noticing Valerie's gaze, she raised her hand in greeting, her cheerful expression seemingly capable of healing the soul.

Three grey-maned pack animals dragged a sled laden with turnips as they passed by, the copper bells on the farmer's reins swaying and producing delicate notes with each step. The pack animals were unloading frosty wicker baskets, and deep purple cabbages peeked out their curled leaves from the gaps. The pack animals made soft whimpering noises, sticking out their tongues to try and reach for a processed ham hanging from their backs. The drool they spilled made the pack animal owner glare angrily, grabbing one of the animals by the ear and giving it a good scolding.

If Valeries is not mistaken, then the ham should also be a pack animal's leg.

Bro, you smell so good

Putting aside the somewhat hellish scene, Valerie spotted several unfamiliar young people on the street.

Wrapped in thick rented fur coats, they adjusted their camera tripods in front of the panoramic view of the holy mountain on the cover of the travel brochure. Their reddened noses and camera lenses turned eastward at the same time—the first rays of golden-red dawn were piercing through the clouds, dyeing the main peak of the holy mountain in a brilliant and holy golden hue!

Such a scene would have been absolutely impossible in the past in Shelag.

Valerie thought to herself: The moment they pointed those cameras at the Holy Mountain, shouldn't the people of Manjushri have arrested them and put them on trial before the Holy Stone for their crimes?

But that was all in the past.

The "stagnant peace" that the Grand Elder had proclaimed did not materialize; the people of Sherag continued to enjoy this peace amidst their development. Valerie genuinely felt that this was just an ordinary morning in Sherag.

Until a group of her old acquaintances hurriedly ran across the street, heading towards the Sherag government building.

That was Guro, Vales's former "colleague." Perhaps the word "colleague" is not quite appropriate, because they were both once retainers of the Perroch family. Their families had been dependent on the Perroch family for generations, strictly carrying out the will of the successive Perroch patriarchs.

In the old days, what would this status be called? A vassal? A servant? Or a slave? "4【

Vales didn't know, but she was too lazy to get entangled in those ancient rules and regulations. Those matters of etiquette and history were naturally for the Manju Institute and the Sherag government to worry about. She had already withdrawn from the Perroch family, and even if she saw Actos on the street, she would no longer call him "patriarch".

But this time, she couldn't help but care.

Because Guro and the others were holding weapons.

Axes, swords, and crossbows—these were weapons carried by the Perrochi people, who in the past were tasked with guarding Sherag. They were authorized to carry these weapons, according to the High Elder of Manjusaka, who claimed it was at the behest of the god Jeragand.

Valerie didn't know whether it was His opinion or not, but she felt that these things probably wouldn't protect Sherag.

She had seen news about Lontinim on television and online platforms; the war on Terra was far beyond what could be resolved with just a few axes and crossbows. Those Victorians, who seemed quite polite while traveling, used truly horrifying weapons when they were killing each other.

Valerie even suspected that those giant iron ships could flatten a mountain with a single shot!

However, Valerie followed after them.

After all, this group came with great force and was heading towards the Sherag government, so she couldn't help but worry.

Most of the Perroche family members were brutes, to what extent?

Actus is so skilled that he could be called a "strategist" in the story!

Valerie was a little older than Ernst, and she had practically watched Ernst grow up. She knew very well that Ernst always used words but never fists because he was truly no match for him in a fight.

He's no match for Latatos in a fight! Latatos can pull his tail, but he wouldn't dare pull her hair!

He lost the fight, so he lost. But he's still being stubborn, saying things like, "I won't stoop to your level."

This is typical of a scholar who is no match for a soldier; reason is useless. If something really happens and the two sides start fighting, Valerie doesn't think he can handle a muscle-bound guy like Guluo.

He needs someone to back him up.

Valerie felt she could be of some help. If all else failed, she could help him escape, or find Ensiodis and have him send the Matterhorn (Horn) and Weiss (Messenger) over to keep things in order. That should be fine.

But she soon discovered a problem.

It seems that she wasn't the only one following behind Gu Luo and the others.

The vegetable vendor abandoned his stall and the customers in front of it, carrying a large weight that had been passed down from Yan Dynasty, and hurriedly followed.

The merchants unloading their pack animals frowned, patted the animals' rumps to let them find their own way back, and hurriedly tucked the whips they used to drive the pack animals into their belts. While calling out the names of the other bosses using a terminal produced in Ulaniburg, they caught up with the caravan.

Even the kind old lady across from Valerie's shop, who would occasionally share the flowers she grew with other neighbors, pinned the pair of reading glasses her son had sent her from Victoria to her sweater, held a copy of the Jeragund Bible in her hand, and ran briskly to Valerie's side with a serious expression.

"What happened?"

She asked Valeries.

Valerie also wants to return this issue to its original purpose.

What happened?

Why did all these people catch up?

Business is shut down? The pack animals are abandoned? They've even neglected to water the carefully tended flowers?

Why did you chase after us?

“I saw those Perochi guys rushing toward the government building with knives, guns, and clubs, so I followed them.”

Valeries replied,

“As you know, I used to be a member of the Perroch family, but I’ve left. I know their boss’s temper, and I’m afraid they might do something foolish.”

Is Ernst in any danger?

Valerie had this concern, but not a great one.

Ernst is the Holy Son, protected by Jeragand, and no one can harm him in the snowy land of Sherag.

She couldn't even explain why she kept up.

Perhaps they're just worried that Ernst will suffer a loss?

They were worried that although the Perroch family couldn't do anything to Ernst, they would cause trouble in the government, making the Sherag family lose face in front of the great god Jeragand and angering the great god Jeragand.

Worried that Ernst might be disappointed, I heard from the university students who went out of Shelag that although Ernst was not usually in Shelag, he did a lot of things outside, and every single thing he did brought huge benefits to Shelag. The fact that Shelag can maintain this level of calm in its development today is all thanks to him.

Whatever the worry was, it ultimately compelled Valerie to follow.

This also spurred others to follow suit.

The Sherag government building wasn't far from the business avenue, but Valerie never felt the road was so long.

The search is not only long, but also narrow.

When she arrived at the square in front of the Sherag government building, she looked back and saw a vast, bustling river of people behind her.

Before them, Guro felt a little confused.

He brought his men to the government building today, and he really did come to cause trouble for Ernst.

He actually wants to abolish the "family"? Is that reasonable? He just wants to ask Ernst, is that reasonable?

Guro was a rough man; he didn't understand the intricacies of the social circles among intellectuals. But how much had the Perroch family contributed to Sherag over the past thousand years?

Shelag has never experienced famine, riots, or wars. Every year during the harvest festival and the sacred hunting ceremony, the Perroch family diligently undertakes the logistical support work. Whenever taxes are paid to the Manju Institute or prayers are offered to the great god Yeragand, the Perroch family is always the most proactive. Even now that the recipient has changed from the Manju Institute to the government, they have never been negligent in the slightest!

Of the three great families, the Perroch family is undoubtedly the one that does the most work. But Guro doesn't understand why, in this world, the more you do, the more grievances you suffer!

Moreover, Ernst abolished the family; where did all these people go?

Guro grew up with Actos since childhood. They were brothers, as well as chieftain and vassal. Actos was his leader, he was Actos's general, Actos was his brain, and he was Actos's fist. But now, someone actually wants to sever this connection.

He doesn't accept it!

Gulu brought so many people here because he wanted to ask Ernst:

Is this family's ancestral code? If you admit it is, then anyone who dares to change the ancestral code will lose their head!

Of course, he wouldn't dare say such a thing to Ernst. After all, Ernst was the Holy Son, and he wouldn't have the guts to rebel against him.

Even the clan chief Aktos didn't have the guts. Moreover, he came secretly behind Aktos's back. The clan chief had a hangover after returning from a meeting last night and hadn't woken up yet. He heard about this from the sleeping Aktos and was so angry that he gathered a group of brothers to surround the Sherag government.

He didn't know how Actos would react when he woke up. To quote VV—he was still a little guilty.

But he really didn't expect that so many people would support him!

Guro turned around and looked at the crowd behind him. His confidence surged, soared, and surged!

So many people support him! That's wonderful! It turns out so many people are unhappy about abolishing the family system!

Perhaps he can persuade Ernst to change his mind. After all, Ernst has always said that the will of the people of Shelag should be put first.

Thinking this, he stepped forward, stood in front of the government bulletin board, reached out, took a deep breath, and tore off the report and appendix documents.

Shan's "Report on Recommendations for Promoting the Modernization of the Shelag Governance System—A Historical Reflection on the Three-Ethnic Conference System and an Discussion of the Necessity of Reform"

Statistics on Issues Rejected at the Three Ethnic Groups Conference in the Past Decade and the Economic Losses

Comparative Study of Transnational Governance Models: A Case Study of the Kalan Trade Union

127 Excerpts from the Jeragund Apostles on "Transformation" and Their Modern Interpretations

Quite a lot.

Gu Luo couldn't understand what was written inside, but he felt that it seemed very high-end, complex, and well-organized.

And it's a hassle to tear it apart.

After tearing it up, he felt as if he had completed some solemn ritual, and his heart was filled with a great sense of accomplishment.

He strode towards the gates of the Sherag government building. The automatic glass doors slowly opened, and inside, Hinterlea, the receptionist, had already stood up, her expression serious and cold. In her hand, beneath the stage, lay the assassin's dagger.

"Hello, Mr. Guro, what can I do for you?"

“I’m looking for Ernst,” Gulu said, then, as if remembering something, added, “I’m looking for Prime Minister Ernst.”

"what's up?"

"Regarding what he announced last night"

"The three clans' meeting and the dissolution of the three major families have been finalized. The heads of the three families have already signed the government documents, and the Sherag government office has also affixed its official seal. This matter is settled. Mr. Guro, the documents in your hand bear the coat of arms of Perroche. You can confirm this yourself. Prime Minister Ernst is very busy. If there is nothing else, you may return. If you still have matters that require the Prime Minister's personal attention, you can reschedule with me, and I will notify you of the meeting time via my terminal."

Hinterlea spoke calmly and respectfully.

Guluo was clearly taken aback. He couldn't believe that Actos had actually stamped it, but when he looked through the documents, he actually saw the Perroch family crest.

Did Actos admit to it?

“Impossible. The clan leader values ​​the clan more than anyone else. How could he…” Gu Luo retorted stubbornly.

“I cannot answer your question; you can ask Actos yourself.”

Hinterlea shook her head.

“If you continue to bring people to disrupt public order, I will consider it a provocation against the Shelag government.”

Siguluo's lips trembled slightly. He hesitated for a moment, seemingly wavering, but just when Hintelia thought the matter should be resolved, Siguluo seemed to gain some courage and said earnestly:

"No, I want to see Ernst!"

"Even if the clan chief agrees, I still want to see Ernst!"

"Because Sherag disagrees! Look behind me, so many people, they all disagree!"

"Ernst can't ignore the opinions of so many people!"

Guro spoke louder and louder, as if he had gained boundless courage from it.

Hinterlea gave him a strange look, then tilted her head to look at the dark mass of people gathered outside the door, and asked uncertainly;

Are you sure they all have objections to this policy?

Guro nodded firmly:

"Of course!"

"If that's really the case, then Prime Minister Ernst will certainly take it seriously."

Hinterlaya Road,

"However, I need to confirm something. Would you like them to send a representative to communicate with me?"

Guro was about to agree, but then remembered how quick-witted Hinterlea had been, and immediately shook his head:

"No."

"We don't need any representatives. You're good with words. What if they're not as bright as me and get confused when they talk to you alone?"

"I'll just ask them directly!"

As he spoke, without waiting for Hintelia's reply, Guro turned and walked out of the office hall. Standing in front of the door, facing the dense, still-surging crowd in the square, he gathered his strength and let out a bear's roar:

"Fellow villagers, tell me, what are you here for?!"

The once noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, and people looked in the direction of Guluo. In an instant, thousands of eyes revealed a look that Guluo seemed somewhat familiar to them.

He paused, feeling a strange sense of familiarity with the look he had just seen in Hinterlea's eyes.

But he didn't understand, and just kept asking louder: