What happens next?
"Maybe nothing will happen..." Ed mused.
Councilor Orton may be a big shot for him and cannot be easily offended, but if he is placed on the county council, he is just a pawn.
After all, even votes and county council seats are just the tip of the political iceberg:
The votes themselves can be easily bought with financial resources, and as long as some cheap gifts are given, most citizens will be happy to exchange their "liberal rights" for something tangible.
Human nature has its weaknesses, and so does the seat of parliament. Perhaps most of these orators are from well-off families and it is difficult to sway them with money, but these big political parties have a more important resource in their hands - influence.
Influence may not be as intuitive as power, but some people may only need a word or a letter to make impossible things possible, and to suddenly open up those channels that will never be opened for you in your life—— Just like Lord Brandon wooed him.
"Even if Congressman Orton really defected to the Snitch Party, the Snitch Party can definitely draw other MPs into their camp. This approach is like hitting a piece of flint, maybe a few sparks will fly out temporarily, but soon It will disappear—" Ed said.
"Unless... the spark appears in a room full of powder keg," he added.
Perhaps the power of the Conservative Party in Silvermist City is still strong, but a new force is gradually rising amidst the roar of steam and gears.
When farmland is sold into sheep pens and farmers are forced to work in urban factories; when knowledge is printed in large quantities, bound into books, and distributed to anyone who is willing to obtain it; when countless palaces, large and small, operating independently become A centralized government composed of bureaucratic clerks...
In short, people no longer needed landowners, bishops or nobles.
The industrialization process of the Kingdom of Lyrea in the past hundred years has destroyed the production structure of traditional feudal society, and also spawned a large number of progressives - citizens, technicians, intellectuals, and the entire Snitch Party.
No one will sit still when the tide comes. The transformation of production relations gave rise to a large number of contradictions. The tragedy of Mrs. Mary Boone who was murdered by her husband and her family is just a microcosm of them.
For a long time in the past, under the near-absolute authority of His Majesty Richard II, the Conservative Party, as a strong shield of royal power, was naturally able to stand at the center of political power for a long time.
It was the golden age of the kingdom's development. Under that development and growth that seemed to never stop, everyone could get a piece of the sweet and delicious cake, so the three parties were able to temporarily reach a consensus and tolerate each other.
But today's black sun no longer emits that terrifying and majestic dazzling light. His Majesty Richard has lived in seclusion in the palace for nearly sixty years, and only a few sealed oracles can prove that he is still alive.
The productivity increased by technology seems to have reached a bottleneck, and there are no longer unknown territories under the sun for exploration and colonial expansion. The cake is no longer growing, but greed is far from stopping.
Anyone with eyesight can see that the sun is about to go out. All the old Prime Minister Herbert Auckland could do was to maintain the fragile alliance between the Auckland family and other nobles to prevent the dam from rapidly collapsing under the tide.
All unresolved conflicts are accumulated in this room called "Leria" like a powder keg, waiting for the final moment to come——
"And what Jaros did was to hit the flint with the fire sickle in this room. Maybe nothing will happen, or maybe an immeasurable disaster will happen." Ed finally answered.
"Remember that case about Floyd?" Eaton asked.
"of course I remember."
The subway massacre can be said to be the starting point of his life in a sense, and it is impossible for him to forget it.
"What if I told you that these two cases are somehow related?"
"You mean, someone wants to deliberately provoke a dispute between the Royal Society and the Auckland family?" Ed wondered, "Could it be that Arthur's murder was also carefully planned?"
"No, there are too many coincidence factors. I prefer to believe that Arthur's death was just an accident." Eaton commented, "Owen Jacob lost his beloved disciple. This is indeed regrettable, but it is not worth it. Let the Royal Society and the Auckland family completely break apart."
"...But the Royal Society did show some dissatisfaction because of this. This dissatisfaction is like a small coin, light, thin and lacking in value."
Mr. Eaton took out a small copper coin worth 1 penny from his pocket and stood it upright on the table. He took out a larger and heavier 6 pence copper coin and stood beside it:
"Although its power may not seem worth it, you can use it to overwhelm a larger, heavier coin. A larger coin will overwhelm an even larger coin until it knocks the cup off the edge of the table. Gotta smash it.”
He gently pushed the 1 pence coin over, and the coin quickly overturned the 6 pence coin next to it, and the 6 pence coin fell on the coffee cup next to it - of course, Mr. Eaton would not break his own cup just to demonstrate. .
"But we're lucky this time, Ed. Burke Orton returned home intact, and the truth about Jaros Auckland's cannibalism wasn't exposed to the public eye. It's all thanks to you, and of course There’s the mysterious Blackadder.”
When he said the last sentence, Eaton showed a tolerant smile.
"... Our relationship with the Royal Society has also been repaired as a result. In addition, what we seized previously provided them with excellent research topics, so the Royal Society proposed to deepen cooperation and re-send a student to join the Bureau of Divine Adjustment. To fill the Kraken’s vacancy.”
