"Is there any news from Griffith?"
Early morning on January 1, 1445 in the Second Era. Before dawn on the first day of the new year, Count William de La Mole 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 beat 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, and she seemed to want to try harder to retain and prevent something.
The count was not in a very good mood. He said something vaguely and deliberately avoided his wife's eyes. It was more like talking to himself than explaining to her. He muttered incoherently, and Sonia could only hear fragments of words such as "His Majesty's vassal" and "duty".
These two people just had a fight! Sonia quickly asked cutely and cutely:
"But, why do mom and dad come here?
"Shouldn't I be responsible for 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 was holding several pamphlets in addition to luggage. The titles were "Financial Report to His Majesty the King" and "Byeland Treasury Talks on Virtue".
These were written by citizen representatives who were kicked out of the meeting the day before yesterday. After they left the venue, 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 take them seriously at all - industrial and commercial owners, farmers and mine owners in the capital and other provinces could pay their dues honestly. Taxana is naturally the easiest thing to do; if you don't know how to praise, then let the miracles of Bai Yelan's soldiers and the Chosen One's sacrifice teach them what the truth is. The fat pig that was going to be cooked in the evening 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 representatives went one step further than the no representation and no taxation at the meeting——
“If we don’t establish a constitution, we won’t play!”
This statement requires a fundamental reform of the parliamentary system of Bijaland. The system that originally ruled the world jointly by the king, the Senate, and the wizards will leave a large part of the decision-making power to industrial and commercial owners and citizens. Delegates worked through the night to write and print pamphlets that spread like wildfire among the people. A copy was also received in the Larmour'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 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. Cultists and rebels are more rampant than ever, and even publicly killed a demigod.
If there is another disastrous defeat like the Battle of Teutonic-Rum, or if another evil god tries to come, Byjelan's rule over the world will collapse.
Without fundamentally reforming the tax system and reining in the military and the government's unbridled extravagance, a sound fiscal situation will be impossible.
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 shock cavalry troops 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 killing intent sweeping over silently, which was heartbreaking. It's very strange, yet somewhat familiar, and inexplicably a bit like Griffith's aura. She retreated subconsciously, and the Countess, who was holding her husband's arm, fell onto the soft chair like a flower ravaged by frost.
The count made no apology and disappeared through the door without even a glance. 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 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 assembly and their supporters arrived like a tide, the situation in Bremi and Beyeland was quite chaotic.
The Imperial Council was also temporarily relocated from Sanssouci Palace to a dark valley with dense woods more than ten miles away. The Mark Aurelius Antoninus Guards set up three layers of security here, both inside and outside. Each layer was densely covered with arrow towers, deer villages and horses, and was patrolled day and night by Imperial Guard soldiers and Extraordinary squads. The king's chambers and council chambers were located in the deepest part, accessible only to those important persons with special privileges.
Count Larmore was summoned, and he took his only assistant, Gil de Es, a trainee knight, to the waiting room on the second floor without any hindrance.
They stood in the cold hall, Jill carrying a bulging briefcase containing the documents and materials for today's report. Nobles and officers hurried past, paying no attention to the legion commander and his assistant.
"It's really chaotic." The count 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 the sacrifice of the Chosen One It will bring a miracle from the gods and everything will be fine.”
Gilles de Es was born into a noble family. Unlike Griffith, he is not Shutoral, but a young candidate who can inherit the title. The Ace family has been loyal vassals of the Larmore family all year round, and they are trustworthy subordinates and partners.
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 Earl nodded, indicating that he understood.
Who hasn’t gotten over it yet, right? Just like myself, before I met Elena, I never thought that I would fall in love with someone else...
Count William de Larmore 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 lit up. He lowered his voice and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear:
"I can resurrect her! My lord, do you think I should tell the knight?"
What? ! Count Larmore stared 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 earl 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 ask him to explain his beliefs to the inquisitor. At this moment 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 has started. The king listened to the reports of the cabinet members, generals, and nobles while looking at the documents. There were about 20 nobles and officers around the table. When the count came in with Jill, the king raised his head and accepted the greetings from the two men.
Jill, who was traveling with me, saw such a scene for the first time. She seemed very nervous. She asked for help and hurried into the bathroom.
The Earl retreated to a corner of the room and began to prepare a report for later. Gil soon came back, preparing materials beside him, and casually put the briefcase on the corner of the table.
The meeting was discussing the Sacrifice of the Chosen Ones, and the prince and members of some of the most famous families had 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 Emblem of the Chosen One is concentrating on the most promising candidates.
This is good news, as long as a miracle comes, everything will be fine.
The second topic was the war in Verona. Count Larmore was very familiar with this. He led his legion to spend a lot of time there before autumn. Countless rebels were like weeds in the field. After a batch was cut, new ones grew. General MacDonald gave a plan to establish an isolation plan for local security areas and non-security areas. He was talking enthusiastically and pointed to the combat map on the table from time to time. This point of view was very novel and might be able to cope with the predicament there. Count Larmore became interested and leaned over the table to see the marks on the map clearly.
After a while, the general's report was about to end, and the earl hurriedly put away his thoughts and prepared to report. However, Jill, who was carrying the materials, was missing.
Seeing that there was still time, Count Larmore rushed out of the room, preparing to retrieve this careless assistant. However, there was no one in the lounge or bathroom outside. Only the orderly was there, saying that the second-level team leader had just gone 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 surprised 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 Earl's heels struck the floor, terrifying psychic fluctuations descended.
At that moment, Count Larmore saw 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 a violent explosion that shook the earth and the mountains occurred 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, flesh, and rubble into the air.
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