Let's turn back two hours before the Blue Palace, the official residence of the head of the federal government and chairman of the ruling committee, Russell Clement.

Since it was such an important day, Master Russell did not get up earlier than his disciple and former chief state secretary. He started to have breakfast while asking the newly appointed copywriter secretary to read today's speech to himself. This is often the beginning of the chairman's day, starting with a moment of work. He has devoted himself to the extreme.

Master Russell and Alan got up almost at the same time, but the breakfast was much shabby than the disciples, which was just a bowl of porridge, a cup of goat milk, and a piece of bread. He was such a person with extremely low material desires, and he was not like a magician who could do whatever he wanted, but a monk under the judgement goddess Utun and the goddess of death Paronie.

No matter whether the outsider is a Master Heilus or not, he is a show, even the most hardcore lackey of aristocratic family, he has to admit that the head of state really cannot find black spots in terms of personal morality. The media controlled by the aristocratic faction can certainly spread rumors and make trouble, but this despicable method is like spitting on a watermelon. It has no meaning in construction except for disgusting people, so he is destined to have only a brain-dead rhythm.

He was not born in a famous family, his mother was just an ordinary wealthy lady from a second-tier city. She was expelled from the house because she had a child out of wedlock. It was already very good for a single parent to raise her son. Naturally, it was impossible for him to leave a magic tower for his disciples like Orusello, and a whole private territory outside the castle. The federal supervision department controlled by the Keringles family tried hard to search the whole country and dig three feet of the land, but could only pinch his nose to confirm that all the private real estate of Russell was just a small farm estate in his hometown, plus a three-story building in the local county capital.

Of course, they added a pretentiously sentence, "Maybe there is an unknown industry abroad, and the censor is instructed to investigate it quickly." This is understandable.

In short, in Elichar, where every inch of land is valuable, Master Russell has no private property, and he lives in the official residence that the government has always distributed. Of course, we all know that the so-called official residence is the office space of senior officials at the level of the State Council, which symbolically creates several lounges and living rooms. Russell is indeed a person of all kinds, so he cleans and arranges it casually, just treating it as his fixed residence and lives in peace.

Last year, he officially moved into the official residence of the Federal Administrative Councilor. This is a four-story building with no representative names such as the Palace, the Sea, and the No. 10 of XX. The house is square and has no characteristics, and it is quite grand. However, even most citizens in the capital do not know that this government-owned building is the so-called head of state residence. They can only curse a few more words, saying that the government has occupied such a good piece of land in the city center and built such a tasteless house and has been empty, which is a typical example of taking off his pants and farts... Anyway, the federal government has done a lot of trouble and doesn't owe such a little bit of trouble.

The reason why it is empty is probably because most of the leaders of the Federation are magicians from birth, each of them is mystics and liberals who have no sense of responsibility. It is impossible to put a luxury house run by the family for generations to live in this government standard residence with no taste. Therefore, the "head of the People's Republic of China" of the Federation is often changed one by one, which is even more frequent than the cleaner in the blue palace next door.

Now, the head of state residence, which has been empty for countless years, has finally opened. If its new owner can really fulfill his term of office and realize all his political ambitions, perhaps this place can really become a historical monument.

"... Finally, the new "Tax Law Amendment" must be implemented. I sincerely hope that as an ordinary citizen of the Federation, everyone here will cast a sacred vote for the people of the Federation and the thousand-year plan of the Federation with your reason and conscience." After reading the last sentence of the report, the secretary took the folders and waited for the other party's next instructions. At this time, Russell also brought the cereal in the bowl to his mouth, holding the warm goat milk cup in one hand, leaning on the table with the other hand, and began to think.

"Your Excellency, I think that the final ending may be more powerful and inspiring. We still have time, so we can polish it up a little more." The young secretary lady thought about it and whispered. She is only twenty-two years old this year, a young girl named Selma, and is also a top student who graduated from Nadia National University. She is only majoring in literature. Her advantage is that her brain moves quickly and has a good memory and a good pen. Her disadvantage is that she always has a bad habit of not understanding what she wants and always likes to show off, but she is still within the tolerance range. As a personal copywriter secretary, she is fully qualified.

Of course, this girl is still a young and elegant intellectual beauty. She is not as beautiful as a top-notch beauty, but at least she can be a flower in the office or something. However, because Russell's temperament and style are too abstinent, even the great nobles who hate him the most are not good at making a fuss about relationships between men and women. Since Lu Xi taught him to be a human being, even third-rate tabloids dare not play like this.

Russell still attaches great importance to Miss Selma because she is smart, capable, diligent and very upright, so there is no way to be successful. There are many nominal leaders in the so-called Qingliu school who can shout, but most of them are literati and scholars with high expectations. In terms of talent accumulation, it is really far from the clan that almost monopolizes most knowledge and upward channels.

If we want to turn the "civilian Qingliu School" that appeared because of his sudden appearance into a stable political faction, even if we are gone, we can maintain it until it is handed over to the next leader worth looking forward to, he really needs some capable people. Of course, he can train a few, even a few.

So, the Head of State put down the goat milk cup and patiently explained from the other party: "This is not a speech to the public, but a speech to all the members of the two houses in the Blue Palace. As long as the logic is smooth, the data is detailed and the evidence is complete. In fact, the role of this report, in addition to archiving it into historical documents, can only allow three or five hesitant MPs to finally make reasonable judgments. But the real victory or defeat is actually decided before the meeting. To put it more ugly, in a sense, parliamentary votes are actually a formality."

"This..." Miss Selma opened her eyes wide, as if she couldn't accept it.

"To put it bluntly, when politics is brought to the table for discussion, it is already time for dust to settle down. Before that, the exchange of interests, compromise, differentiation, temptation, coercion, and even more crude and direct physical elimination are happening at any time. But these things that really play a decisive factor cannot be known to the public. This has nothing to do with the political system, whether it is the republic, the imperial system or the city-state system." Russell smiled and said, "This thing is destined to be so dirty. How about it? Isn't it difficult to accept?"

Miss Selma pondered for a long time before she said seriously: "But even in such a dirty world, aren't there any such a fighter who fights for the welfare and justice of the masses?"

"I have also experienced many compromises and exchanges, and even broke through the bottom line of my conscience countless times. Being in this world, I still want to keep myself spotless is a paradox. It has been a long time since I entered the coffin half my foot to really understand this." The old man smiled.

"But, but..."

"Hahaha, don't look down on me because of this, Selma. I just want to tell you that since I have entered this world, I will do nothing in order to make myself clear about the morality. In essence, it is just a selfish person who cherishes feathers. Well, what did I say in the words of my child? By the way, a delicate egoist!" At this point, the old man couldn't help but laugh: "I said these words, but I'm just a suspicion of defending myself. But Selma, remember that your dream is also to become a promising minister of state? Then, this kind of awareness will begin to be cultivated from now on."

The little girl had probably endured too much information for a short time and couldn't digest it for a while. Her expression was a little stiff and her atmosphere was a little awkward. Fortunately, someone came to help me relieve myself. There was a knock on the door and a pleasant female voice from outside the door: "Grandpa, can I come in?"

This is the voice of Russell's new Chief Minister of State, Miss Nefirm, and of course it will not be impossible.

The one who came in was a very tall and toned woman, who looked just under thirty years old, which was the most attractive stage for women. If Miss Selma, as the copywriter secretary, was just an ordinary beauty at the community level, this woman could be regarded as a national-level beauty. She was much taller than ordinary men, but she was not the kind of burly who lacked femininity, nor was she as thin as a bamboo pole, but as slender and well-proportioned as a female leopard.

In addition to her proud height, she also has proud headlights, proud rear lights, and proud slender white legs. The so-called niebody, which is a combination of breasts, buttocks, and legs, is this setting. Although she is wearing a very serious and even somewhat conservative white robe, it is really difficult to cover up this string of arrogant.

The lady has a foreign style and her face is more three-dimensional, as if she is a work that the top sculptor has carefully crafted throughout her life. Her skin is deep, and it is a very vibrant honey color. In her eyes that are more obvious than humans in this continent, there are mysterious and cold purple eyes, with long silver hair like moonlight.

It is obvious that her ancestors should have bloodlines from the continent of Sosnes, and it is even possible that the descendants of the Semuyiren, who were born there.

The immigrant country of the Federation, rather than a nation-state, had the Southern Continental descent, but it did not affect Miss Nefirm as the head of state secretary. Moreover, she also had a very beautiful resume. She graduated from Neosfia Ocean University with a degree in natural science and law. She served as a trade officer and chief accountant of the county capital in her hometown, and had excellent work results. Later, she went abroad for a few years and resolved the war crisis caused by trade disputes in Sosness in Sosness. It is said that the city lord and king hired him as the palace prime minister with high salaries. However, she still resolutely returned to China, and she had a sense of mission to serve her motherland after returning from her studies. Later, she was recommended to Master Russell by the county magistrate in her hometown.

With Miss Nefirm's resume and ability, it should be no problem to be the chief secretary of state. However, her time for the new year was too short, and she did not show any outstanding features. However, her appearance has attracted a lot of malicious speculation, but it is just a message in the city. As mentioned earlier, it is the most meaningless act to use private life to attack a political leader, not to mention that she is a single political leader with a strong sense of abstinence and a very low material desire.

Miss Selma looked at her boss entering the house and quickly took a few steps well. Although she had a little bit of a literary and artistic problem, her position was still straightforward. If the other party's appearance and ability were similar to her, the little girl might be a little jealous and competitive; but the gap between the two parties was so big that it was almost insurmountable, which was enough for her to dispel all her little thoughts. There was no way, this was human nature.

On the contrary, Miss Selma pushed aside, but looked at Nefirm with the star eyes that were rising up to the mountains, and said, "If I could become such a person in the future."

"The Blue Palace has been arranged properly," Russell asked very directly. His attitude this time was much more serious. He used to treat Selma as a teacher to teach children, but he was completely treating his work partners who could rely on and trust.

"Anson and the others have already arrived first." The Secretary of State smiled and said, "There is still some time before the meeting. Even if you want to go to the park to breathe fresh air, it is still time."

Russell seemed to be a little moved, but after a second he still smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Forget it, if I succeed this time, I can even spare some time to listen to the concert."

"Yes, Miss Erin from Lanxuan Band asked you last time, probably because she missed you. Hey, you just went to a concert and gave a bouquet of flowers politely."

So, Master Russell drank the goat's milk with a wry smile amid the silver bell-like laughter of two beautiful secretarys who could be their granddaughters, and got up to set off to participate in the most important battle of his life.

Outside the official residence, the carriage and the guard were ready to go. Russell still greeted his guard captain Colonel Flins very kindly: "Thank you for your hard work, Finger."

"The responsibility lies. It is my honor to serve you." The Colonel with a tough hero face stood at the forefront and bowed, wearing a heavy armor of half etiquette, and indeed looked quite majestic in his eyes.

"Mingfei, and Little Lina and Little Jimmy are okay?"

"Uh... they are all very good. Uh, I have always been grateful for your care." The Chairman mentioned his wife and children at this time. Even a tough guy like the colonel was a little embarrassed.

"Little Lina is almost at the age of going to school, but she needs to find a good school. It's different now. Even for girls, there will be more choices in the future. Look at these two." Russel said.

Indeed, the two state secretary ladys were so convincing as an example. The colonel nodded quickly: "The officials have found a good classroom, all the students are such a big girl. Both teachers are just retired scholars. I would like to thank Miss Nefir."

"What we should do. Isn't we working so hard just to enable them to live in a better world in the future?" Nefiel said with a smile.

After saying hello, Russell got on a four-wheeled carriage. His two secretaries boarded the same specifications behind.

Two carriages and ten riders, this is the guard of honor for the head of state to travel. It is not as good as the half of the show of a big capitalist, big arms dealer, big private soldier and his princess in Neosfia. It is extremely shabby, but it is better to save money. You know, the head of state, who has been troubled by federal finance for many years, is quite interested in all aspects that can increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

In addition, Russell Clement is a great magician. The so-called single-type destroyer and forbidden curse and massacre of the city is really just a literal meaning for people like him, and it is by no means an exaggerated description. Therefore, when he traveled, he did not have the habit of leading a brigade guards, but he just ceremonially retained some riders and ceremonial guards for opening the road, with no more than ten people at most.

In the capital of the Federation, assassinate a great magician on the street? This is probably something that the whisperer of the Dark Brotherhood led all the listeners to do.
Chapter completed!