Chapter 47: The Imperial Council Incident on January 1, 1445
"Is there any news from Griffith?"
In the early morning of January 1, 1445 in the Second Era, before dawn on the first day of the new year, Count William de Larmore asked his sleepy daughter while putting on his coat.
"Huh?" Sonia rubbed her eyes, "Messages sent during the trial may be detected, so there is no contact."
It was pitch black outside the window, and the north wind was beating hard against the window, trying to get in through the gaps in the thick glass.
The countess opened the door and came in, putting on her husband's breastplate and cloak. The cold wind rushed in with her footsteps, making Sonia shiver and her sleepiness disappeared.
She was woken up by her personal maid while she was sleeping. She was then told that the count and his wife, who were supposed to stay in Beyeland or go to the legion camp of Verona, had come to the town of Bremi, but they didn't know what happened.
Let them come overnight.
"Humph!" the Countess said softly, "Look at how smart the Challon family is. They hid in the military camp and at home, and then came out after the winner was decided. Will you never forget that you were a soldier in this life?"
Sonia noticed that her mother's tone was slightly complaining, but still gentle, as if she wanted to try harder to stay and prevent something from happening.
The count was not in a very good mood. He said something vaguely and deliberately avoided his wife's eyes. Rather than explaining to her, he was talking to himself. He muttered incoherently.
Sonia could only hear a few words such as "Your Majesty's vassal duties".
These two people just had a quarrel! Sonia quickly asked in a cute and cute way:
"But, why do mom and dad come here?
"Shouldn't I be in charge of this meeting?"
"Some changes have taken place in the situation," the earl touched his daughter's head and said warmly, "I will attend today's royal meeting. Your Majesty may ask about some military matters, so it would be better for me to attend. You go back to Beyeland."
"William~" Countess Elena looked unhappy and blocked the door with her arms folded. Sonia saw that the servant who came with her held several pamphlets in addition to luggage. The title read "To His Majesty the King's Finance."
Report", "Beyeland Finance Ministry's Moral Talks".
These were written by citizen representatives who were expelled from the meeting the day before yesterday. After leaving the meeting, they hid in an indoor tennis court to take shelter from the wind, unwilling to go home empty-handed.
These gentlemen came all the way to attend the meeting, expecting to receive respect and courtesy. Who would have thought that the senators and wizards did not regard them as industrial and commercial owners in the capital and other provinces. If farmers and mine owners can pay taxes honestly
Naturally, it is the easiest thing to do; if you don’t know how to praise, then let the miracles of the soldiers of Baierlan and the Chosen One teach them what the truth is. The fat pig that was going to be cooked in the evening actually started to bargain with the chef!
The citizen representatives who realized that they were fat pigs were first half-full of anger from the senators and wizards, and then full-fledged by the north wind. Everyone was furious and issued a declaration excitedly. In this tennis court declaration
, the demands of the angry delegates went one step further than the no representation and no tax payment at the meeting.
"If we don't establish a constitution, we won't play anymore!"
This statement calls for a fundamental reform of the parliamentary system of Bijelland. The system that originally ruled the world jointly by the king, senate and wizards will peel off a large part of the decision-making power to industrial and commercial owners and citizens. The representatives wrote and printed it overnight
The pamphlet spread like wildfire among the people. A copy arrived in the Larmour family's living room.
Representatives of the civil class pointed out the imminent financial ruin of the kingdom, the continuous wars, rebellions and mysterious disasters, the extremely poor subscription situation of over-sold bonds, and the fact that it was virtually impossible to redeem the bonds that were about to mature.
The kingdom's financial deficit has reached an alarming level, the battered army cannot receive timely supplies and manpower, and cultists and rebels are more rampant than ever, even publicly killing a demigod.
If there is another disastrous defeat like the Battle of Teutonic-Roum, or if another evil god tries to come, Bjelan's rule over the world will collapse.
If we cannot fundamentally reform the tax system and control the unbridled extravagance and waste of the military and government, it will be impossible to achieve a good fiscal situation.
Without fundamental reform of the current parliamentary system, tax reform, prudent military and government spending are out of the question.
All in all, citizen representatives demanded the formation of a Grand National Assembly to replace the Senate and the Arcane Council. Major national policies and bills must be recognized not only by nobles, wizards and extraordinary people, but also by businessmen and business owners.
It is said that King Aurelius was preparing to declare the Grand National Assembly illegal and ask it to dissolve itself; if it did not comply, the Praetorian Guards and the Assault Cavalry would make everyone see the scene of January 22, 1444 again.
"This is illogical," the count said seriously. "Your Majesty will definitely not mobilize the army to interfere with the parliament. Someone is forging the holy will."
"William!" Countess Elena was about to jump impatiently, grabbing her husband's arm to keep him, "You are a senator now!"
"You leave immediately, I will take Jill to attend the royal meeting. I will come back after confirming the situation." The earl walked out with a gloomy face and waved casually.
Sonia only felt a hot and violent murderous intention sweeping over silently, which was heartbreaking. It was strange, but also a little familiar, and inexplicably a bit like Griffith's aura. She retreated subconsciously.
The countess stepped back, holding her husband's arm, and fell down on the soft chair like a flower ravaged by frost.
The count did not apologize, and disappeared through the door without even looking at him. The countess bit her bloodless lips and turned away.
Did they have a big fight on the way here... Sonia sat next to the Countess, thinking about words of comfort. Before she could say anything, the Countess had already started crying:
"Sonia, you can't find a wooden person in the future!"
…
At 6:15, Count Larmour arrived near Sanssouci Palace and transferred to a carriage to go to the royal meeting.
As citizen representatives from other provinces insisted on convening a broad national meeting, and their supporters arrived like a tide, the situation in Bremi and Beyeland was quite chaotic.
The Royal Council was also temporarily relocated from Sanssouci Palace to a dark valley with dense forests more than ten miles away. The Mark Aurelius Antoninus Guards set up three levels of security here, both inside and outside, with each level densely covered with arrows. The tower, Luzhai and Juma are patrolled day and night by guardsmen and Beyonder teams. The king's room and conference room are located at the deepest level, and only important figures with special permission can enter.
Count Larmore was summoned, and he took his only assistant, the trainee knight Giles de Es, to the waiting room on the second floor without any hindrance.
They stood in the cold hall, with Gil carrying a bulging briefcase containing the documents and materials for today's report. Nobles and officers hurried past, and no one paid attention to the legion commander and his assistant.
谷/span> "It's really messy," the earl was full of worries, and he regretted his attitude towards his wife when he went out. He said a few words to his assistant without looking for trouble, "A lot of things have happened recently, but what the hell... The Sacrifice of the Chosen will bring about miracles from the gods, and everything will be fine."
Gilles de Ace comes from a noble family. Unlike Griffith, he is not a repairman, but a young candidate who can inherit the title. The Ace family has been a loyal vassal of the Larmore family all year round. A trustworthy subordinate and partner.
Despite the huge gap in age and status, Gil still whispered, "Now may not be a good time, but I heard something, Lord Earl."
"Oh? What's the matter? Please tell me."
"Captain Griffith... No, I heard that the Knight of Ravenel and the Saint of Anjou were... were..."
"Oh, that matter... I know." The count nodded, indicating that he understood.
Who hasn’t gotten over it yet, right? Just like me, before I met Elena, I never thought that I would fall in love with someone else...
Count William de La Mole thought of many things in an instant, and his mind almost exploded. He quickly calmed down his emotions and recalled the details of today's report to avoid making a fool of himself.
Beside him, Jill's eyes suddenly shone. He lowered his voice and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear:
"I can resurrect her! Lord Earl, do you think I should tell the knight?"
What?! Count Larmore looked into Jill's eyes in surprise.
"What I said is true, sir," the second-level team leader continued, "I heard the distant voice telling me that the sacrifice of the Chosen One will bring about the miracle of life, which is an eternal miracle!"
"The lofty gods will come, and the door to the new world will soon open. As long as we pay a small price, we can receive amazing gifts."
"!!!"
The count raised his hand and slapped the second-level team leader, almost knocking him to the ground: "Be careful, you idiot. Where is the loyalty and faith of the paladin?"
The count realized that he had to severely reprimand the young man for his wild thoughts, and asked him to go to the inquisitor to explain his beliefs. At this point, a general opened the door and shouted to him:
"William, His Majesty has summoned you!"
"yes!"
At 6:40, the count walked quickly into the conference room.
The meeting had begun. The king was listening to the reports of the cabinet members, generals, and nobles, while checking the documents. There were about 20 nobles and officers around the table. When the earl came in with Gill, the king raised his head and accepted it.
greetings from the two of them.
Jill, who was traveling with me, saw such a scene for the first time and seemed very nervous. She applied for a quick break and hurried into the bathroom.
The count retreated to a corner of the room and began to prepare a report for later. Gill came back soon, preparing materials beside him, and casually put the briefcase on the corner of the table.
The meeting is discussing the Sacrifice of the Chosen Ones. Princes and members of some of the most famous families have joined in the trial. According to the news sent back last night, another group of chosen ones were eliminated in the battle at sea. The Chosen Ones
The emblem is converging on the most promising candidates.
This is good news, as long as a miracle comes, everything will be fine.
The second topic is the war in Verona. Count Larmour is very familiar with this. Before the autumn, he led the legion to spend a lot of time there. Countless rebels were like weeds in the field.
After cutting a batch, new ones grew. General MacDonald gave a plan to establish a local segregation zone between law and order areas and non-security zones. He was in the mood of talking and pointed to the battle map on the table from time to time. This idea was very novel.
, may be able to cope with the dilemma there, Count Larmore became interested, and leaned over the table, trying to see the marks on the map clearly.
After a while, the general's report was about to end, and the count hurriedly put away his thoughts and prepared to report. However, Gill, who was carrying the materials, disappeared.
Seeing that there was still time, Count Larmore rushed out of the room, preparing to find this careless assistant. However, there was no one in the lounge and bathroom outside, only the orderly was there, saying that the second-level team leader had just
out.
"Useless noble idiot, Griffith would never make such a mistake!"
The count turned back to the conference room helplessly, preparing to complete the entire report relying on his memory.
He felt inexplicably that he seemed to have overlooked something particularly important!
The bewildered Earl opened the door and saw the king and the ministers. He could only bite the bullet and take steps forward.
"boom!"
At the same time as the count's heels struck the floor, terrifying psychic fluctuations descended.
At that moment, Count Larmore saw the arcs of shields flashing on the big figures in the venue, as dense and terrifying as a thunderstorm night.:.
He watched as his shield cracked, and the scorching wind swept him and the two officers at the door backward.
The time was 7:13, and there was a violent explosion that shook the earth and the mountains at the imperial meeting site.
The conference room was blown up, the roof flew out, the walls were reduced to ashes, and air waves broke through the window frames, lifting broken limbs, broken flesh, and rubble into the air. We provide you with the fastest updates and free reading.:.