"Your Majesty, I hope you will be careful with your words."
When Gillen said this, he stared at Louis XVI.
He raised his head to kill the king, intending to assassinate the king and kill him!
This is a serious crime of decapitation!
Gillen's attitude has proven everything!
The second-tier nobles instantly fell silent because Gillen was so offended by their spokesperson.
The nobleman couldn't help but cursed loudly:
"What do you want to do!"
"What on earth do you want to do!"
"Because of His Majesty's love and care, you can be where you are today. Don't be ignorant here!"
Facing these accusations, Gillen smiled coldly. He had been prepared to die!
When he said these words, he had already given up life and death!
The first-level bishop looked at Gillen with a gloomy expression on his face. The first-level clergy were so high in France that their interests were difficult to exploit.
After all, in this country where Catholicism is the state religion, who can refuse to give the Lord some face?
The God in the Bible loves the world, which also makes these self-proclaimed messengers of God full of sympathy for the suffering of the third estate.
But in the current situation, even if he wanted to say a few good words for Gillen, he didn't know how to say it.
Gillen was threatening Louis X, the current emperor of France, just now!
He sighed, mentally blaming Gillen for being too impulsive.
Louis XVI looked at Gillen and said indifferently: "Representative, I have always been a reasonable person."
"The three-level parliament has always been a reasonable place. I don't need to pursue the matter just now."
"If your idea receives a high vote in the next vote, we will adopt other proposals."
"Do you guys have any objections?"
Louis XVI glanced at everyone's faces, and everyone acquiesced.
This kind of voting seems to be the most fair and just.
However, the tradition of the three-tier parliament is that people in the first and second estates have one person, one vote.
For people in the third class, one vote is counted for every fifty people.
Louis XVI looked at Gillen.
Gillen took a deep breath. He knew that this was the system, and it was also the most democratic way to look. He said in a deep voice: "I agree!"
Everyone wrote their approval or disapproval and put it into the ballot box anonymously. No one knew who wrote the approval.
The other representatives of the third level looked at Gillen excitedly and said, "We will definitely win this time!"
"Let those nobles riding on top of our heads know what unity means!"
Gillen looked at the other people of the third estate, their eyes flickered. Even if they had fifty-one votes, they would still have the most votes, if the third estate voted not to approve.
There should be no problem winning this meeting.
Gillen wanted to say the same, but he couldn't lie.
"Not necessarily. Voting is not about who has the most votes, but more about who is counting the votes!"
"If no one cheated, maybe we would have won."
"You mean..."
Gillen shook his head and said nothing.
They waited quietly for the voting results, and finally at dusk, the results were revealed.
"Yes, fifty-one votes!"
"No, twenty votes!"
Seeing this result, everyone was stunned, and then endless anger burned in their chests!
"Three hundred people voted, how could there be only seventy-one votes!"
"Where are our tickets!"
“Where did our tickets go!”
The official counting the votes looked disdainfully at the third class causing trouble below the stage, and said calmly: "Fifty people in the third class have one vote, and you only have six valid votes!"
When Gillen heard this, his face was startled!
In any case, he never imagined that there would be such a trap. It was true that 300 of them voted, but there were 1,500 people participating in this three-level meeting!
The three hundred of them represented the votes cast by these fifteen people.
But now it has become that only 300 people voted, and the rest were not allowed to cast their votes.
I thought that Louis XVI was being despicable by asking the place where the votes were cast to change the number of votes, but this was very limited.
What I never expected was that the other party stopped even pretending and directly declared most of their votes invalid!
Gillen couldn't help but rushed to the voting table, looked at the posted votes and tore them off.
And he tore it into pieces, threw them in the sky, and shouted loudly:
"This is fraud, I want to see Louis XVI!"
"He is violating the justice of the three-level parliament!"
"I want to see Louis XVI!"
The teller quickly called the guards to seize Gillen!
Gillen was the opponent of these guards. He was quickly caught. The other third-level people were about to rush forward to rescue Gillen.
But he was stopped by the musket in the soldier's hand.
"You lunatic, you dare to question the voting results of the three-level parliament, I think you want to die!"
"Take it away and hand it over to the council!"
The vote-taker's voice completely aroused the public's anger. The third-class people, who had long been unable to bear it, launched a riot directly.
The conflict brought with it cries of killing that could even reach the ears of the emperor as far away as the Palace of Versailles.
At this time, Louis XVI, without checking the voting results, already knew that he was drinking coffee with the nobles to discuss how to provide disaster relief.
Louis XVI looked displeased when he heard these harsh sounds.
"What's the noise?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the people of the third estate are rioting!"
"What!" Louis XVI raised his eyebrows, how dare you dare to riot here in Paris, this bunch of thugs.
Louis XVI said in a deep voice: "Mobilize the army, suppress them with firepower, and ban them from participating in Parliament!"
"We don't need this kind of people!"
"Mobilize the army and let the French army kill them, so as not to worry here."
The waiter raised his head and glanced at Louis XVI. Seeing the heroic look on his face, he quickly lowered his head and said, "Yes."
…
"Let him go, we want justice!"
"Why are our votes gone? The fifteen hundred people who got us are all fake!"
"Let Gillen go!"
"Let it go!"
The angry third-level people were not afraid of the soldiers. They were so angry that they just wanted an explanation.
Tap tap tap!
A group of troops came over and killed each other. The muskets in their hands were not toys.
It was a real musket. Under the suppression of this force, all the third-level people were driven out.
The leaders were all taken away as political prisoners.
The current third level is leaderless.
"Gilen was captured, we should save them!"
"How can I save you? Why don't you even have a weapon in your hand?"
"Is this the end of the matter?"
"Why don't we just forget it? We don't have guns in our hands, and Mr. Gillen might be able to escape."
Everyone was dejected, but at this moment a voice suddenly sounded in the darkness: "You are just sitting back and waiting for death. Do you think Louis XVI will let you go?"
"A force secretly mobilized by Louis XVI is coming here. You are about to die."
"You actually want to endure it."
