"It's about that civilian proposal..."
In the executive meeting of the council, many important figures who usually never see the beginning gathered together.
Each of them held a thin document in their hands.
Expand it, and an average student's profile and teacher evaluation will appear in front of you.
The protagonist of this document is none other than Tasia Louis.
"Does a commoner like this have the qualifications to make selective requests for class transfer? Doing so arbitrarily! What exactly is study to her?"
Almost as soon as I got the document, an extremely dissatisfied voice sounded in the conference room.
But what surprised him was that no one echoed his words after he said them.
It shouldn’t be!
On this type of matter, the major nobles he represents should have a consensus.
[Common people are a code for poor bloodline. 】This is the famous saying of Mr. Edgeworth, the founder of the academy.
The most noble magic academy in the kingdom, allowing civilians to enroll is already the greatest mercy.
Thinking like this, he looked at the face of the representative director of the Edgeworth family.
Opposite the heavy round table, a fat man wearing a gold bracelet was also looking through the information about Tasia Louis. His face was expressionless and he couldn't tell anything.
"Let's start the voting." The chairman said weakly.
The seven directors sitting around the round table began to express their opinions.
"According to the data, this student Louis has very good grades, and her performance evaluation in the work-study position is also very high." One person said, "I think that moving her to a class that is more suitable for her will be more conducive to training. A pillar of the kingdom. Therefore, I agree."
His words seemed to send a certain signal, and "agree" sounded one after another on the conference table.
Even Chairman Harold was surprised by this——
Before he could express his opinion, there were already four votes in favor. It could be said that the overall situation was decided.
It’s completely different from the previous situation where you came and went, where you spent a lot of money, and you argued for a long time.
'When did these people become so straightforward? '
He was very puzzled.
However, this curiosity quickly disappeared because I didn't want to cause any trouble.
He said: "I agree too."
"This proposal has been approved by an absolute majority and I declare: passed."
…
"Your Majesty the King!"
George II was admiring a painting when Earl Chapman came to the palace.
The king reluctantly looked away from the scroll and smiled casually when he saw this close minister with a very solemn face.
"Chapman, what's the matter?"
George II had been in a cheerful mood of late.
When he was young, he once thought that the supreme royal power would turn people into completely different people from who they once were.
But, he didn't understand until now.
It’s not about becoming something different, but it’s about liberating your truest self.
If before he came to the throne, he was still worried about whether he could fulfill this important task like his wise and powerful father; now, he no longer thinks about such boring questions.
The king is wise and mighty because he is a king.
He is the king now, and people around him will naturally praise him just like they praised his father back then.
This moment is like that time.
Nothing is different.
He thought he had found the secret to the job, but this close minister with royal blood brought him news that ruined his mood.
"Your Majesty, today I participated in the standing council meeting of Qingxi Academy." Earl Chapman said softly.
"Although this is just a trivial matter, I think you, who are in charge of everything, should understand this matter."
The king's expression became solemn.
While he rerolled the paintings on the table, he lowered his eyes and said, "Tell me."
"Today, Harold made a proposal to adjust civilian Tasia Louie's class," Chapman said.
"But at the council, the matter was reached in advance without being fully discussed. Among the people who voted in favor..."
He reported the four directors out one by one.
Hearing several familiar names, the king's hands paused.
"Whose idea is this?" he asked slowly.
Obviously Chapman said that Harold proposed it, but the king seemed to completely ignore this person.
Chapman also answered with understanding: "Before this, Prince Richard was seen going to see Harold together with Duke Winche's adopted son, Wayne Winche."
He just stated a fact, but the answer the king wanted to know was self-evident.
"Wayne Winche..."
The king murmured the name.
…
Evening, Edgeworth house.
Minister Franz is very angry today.
First, His Majesty the King summoned me inexplicably, and when he put down the myriad of matters in his hands and went to see him, he beat himself up with a gloomy expression.
He also said, "Only the brilliance of honesty shines like gold." He was confused and didn't know why.
If the king hadn't basically adopted his own opinions on how to deal with political affairs, he would have mistakenly thought that his majesty was dissatisfied with the Edgeworth family and wanted to suppress them.
Rubbing his eyebrows, Franz took out a pile of documents accumulated on the table and looked at them.
Even though many family affairs have been handed over to his daughter, and he also has many staff and retainers to help with some chores, those affairs still have to be summarized in his hands in the end.
This is also an essential step in coordinating the development of the family. If any improper handling is found, it can be corrected in time.
As the head of the family, this is both a right and an obligation, and one must never slack off.
All the documents he has read will be drawn with a red circle on the cover and placed on the right side.
Processed documents piled up beside him one after another.
When there were fewer and fewer documents without red circles and more and more documents with red circles, he finally found a report in the thick stack of documents that seemed not quite right.
It was an explanation submitted by the representative director of the Edgeworth family of Clear Creek Academy.
His brows furrowed tightly.
After thinking for a while, Franz tugged on a thin wire leading to the door from the seat.
At the other end of the thin line, a bell rang.
Amidst the crisp sound of "ding bells", a maid entered the room respectfully.
"Go and call the lady over." Franz ordered.
Not long after, Ge Li walked in with a calm expression.
Behind him, the maid closed the door knowingly.
"What is this?" Franz suppressed his anger and threw the document in his hand across the huge desk.
Song Li turned a blind eye to Franz's anger.
She took a step forward, picked up the report and read it.
"I asked for this." She readily admitted.
