The thick smoke produced by the smoke bomb was very pungent, and the living room would definitely not be able to receive guests, so Wald invited Roland to talk in the small study in the backyard.
The corners of Roland's lips raised slightly, hinting at a smile, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
At least you don't have to worry about being chopped into Roland sauce by the swordsman who rushes out.
The next step is to have a battle of wits and courage with the old fox.
He asked himself that his experience and experience were not as good as those of an old fox who had served as a cabinet minister for many years and had seen all the storms.
Since you can't compete, don't compete, just don't play according to the routine.
Noble houses range from large to small and are roughly divided into two parts.
One is the front yard and the other is the back yard.
The front yard is a place for entertaining guests, holding banquets, and conducting social activities. The backyard is a place for private life, receiving close friends and secret social activities.
Taking Roland to the small study in the backyard represented recognition of him.
If this is an exam, Roland has already passed it, and the next step is to see if he can get full marks.
As long as you don't do anything too outrageous later, the guests and hosts will naturally enjoy themselves.
It is said to be a small study room, but it is not small at all. It can even be called a small library.
Roland's eyes passed over the bookshelf, his envy was beyond words.
"Do you like reading?" Walder asked with a smile.
It's impossible to fake a look of sincere love, he can see it.
Roland nodded, "I like it very much."
Of course he does.
Before time travel, time was cut into pieces by heavy work, ineffective social interaction, online hostility, and various nipple entertainment products on mobile phones. After graduation, I had less time to study.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't like reading.
If you can have leisurely and comfortable time, a pot of hot tea, and the company of a beautiful lady, reading is the ultimate enjoyment.
In this era, steam engines, magic, and alchemy were dominant, and the electricity that lit up the world was still in the clouds. He couldn't think of a better way to enjoy it besides reading.
You can't be like those moths who eat, drink, whore, gamble and smoke, and have all the five poisons.
He loves reading sincerely.
Roland's reply did not surprise Walder.
This makes sense. It's strange that a rising star in the literary world doesn't like reading.
Except that his way of dealing with problems is not as rigid as that of ordinary scholars, Roland is a standard literary youth template.
Wald was a little confused when he thought of this guy's series of counter-attack operations such as using smoke bombs to seal the door, flying knives to block the enemy, and taking hostages.
Are there really such scholars?
Although he had some doubts, he had no time to think about it. There are not many people who can be loyal to Sylph and trust her, so we can only select talents within this narrow range.
Roland is not only the top candidate, he is even the only candidate for the time being.
Let’s start the assessment.
Walder motioned Roland to sit down and said with a smile: "Roland, since you like reading so much, you can come to borrow books from me at any time."
There are many books here that are not available in public libraries, and Roland quickly expressed his thanks.
Walder took out a platinum bookmark and handed it to Roland.
"You can come in at any time with it, and the guard won't stop you."
Roland's heart moved. Just like Alina's ticket, Walder's library card was not just for borrowing books, but also represented recognition of him.
He took the bookmark and solemnly expressed his gratitude.
Looking at Roland's steady eyes, Walder became even more confused.
Sometimes this kid acts like a gangster, and sometimes he acts like a serious scholar. Who is he?
Walder put aside his worries for the time being and planned to get to know each other gradually in the future.
He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and casually mentioned it like a casual chat, "Yesterday, Sylph refused to accept the self-destruction of the Minister of Justice. Although she had good intentions, she completely offended Alban. If only she had half of your political acumen."
Roland did not go down, but said seriously:
"No, she didn't do anything wrong, it was even the best choice."
The tea that Walder just drank in his mouth sprayed all over the table. He coughed violently and stared at Roland, "What did you say?"
Roland knew that the Walders were mature and sophisticated, so they did not play tricks and simply opened the way sincerely.
"I also felt that His Majesty made the worst choice yesterday. Looking back afterwards, is this really the case?"
Roland stood up and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Walder, what do you think of the current situation in the Sussex Empire?"
"The country's power is at its peak, and the political situation is stable and stable. It would be better if His Majesty could personally govern." Wald said casually.
"It's so stable that no one complains when the emperor goes to sea and is killed? It's so stable that land annexation is serious, and a large number of peasants who have lost their land become serfs? It's so stable that the bottom class loses their way up, and grievances accumulate?"
Roland stared at Walder, the truth was like a sharp knife, piercing the old man's heart.
"The empire has lasted for more than seven hundred years, and the contradictions have accumulated to the extreme. Without the will and ability to break away from the old and create new things, the country will be destroyed in just an instant."
"If Your Majesty Sylve is colluding with Alban, what is the difference between her and previous emperors? Why does she call on all the forces in the country to initiate change?"
"If no changes are made and conflicts continue to accumulate, a small fire can burn this dying tree in Sussex clean!"
Roland shouted loudly, which sounded like thunder in Walder's heart.
Although a bit alarmist, what Roland said was true.
Sussex is sick, serious, and needs to be cured.
The emperor's death and the lack of care are the symptoms, while serious mergers and the blocking of ascending channels are the root cause.
Countless feudal dynasties that hoped to last forever have failed like this.
Walder's face turned red and he wanted to scold Roland, but he couldn't open his mouth.
Because it's true.
Everyone knows it, but no one can solve it.
He breathed rapidly, and tremblingly took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat on his forehead. After a long time, he slowly asked:
"Is this related to the topic we talked about before? You said that everyone knows this, do you have a solution?"
He was hinting to Roland, don't talk about it, just tell Sylph what she did wrong.
Roland looked at Walder and could clearly feel the twilight energy.
The twilight atmosphere of dying.
Just like this old empire.
Of course there are solutions. When productivity continues to improve, the industrialization process will destroy the aging aristocratic system.
At that time, it will be enough to exchange imperial power for wealth.
But he is not a Doraemon. He cannot buy whatever he wants, let alone rub a generator with his hands.
Based on the framework of the feudal empire, is there no solution to this problem?
of course not.
Destroy first, then rebuild, that's the answer.
His eyes sparkled with longing.
"It's hard to go back, so don't go back and rebuild directly. To lead the old order to collapse and the new order to be established, you need someone who can convince the public. This person must not touch the filth in the darkness, let alone collude with people like Alban."
"Her Majesty the Queen will stand in the sun and receive worship, and leave the dirty work to others. You can also understand it as a god-making movement."
Walder instantly understood what Roland meant.
The aging empire cannot be saved by tinkering, but can only be broken down and rebuilt.
That's why Roland thought it was a good thing for Sylph to stay out of the mud, so he suggested that Sylph go to three overseas provinces to build a team, and that's why he came up with the god-making movement.
Crazy and bold ideas.
Yet it works.
Walder looked at Roland excitedly, and whispered guiltily: "But you have touched too much filth in the dark, and your position in the future history books will be very embarrassing."
He was very moved because Roland wanted to stand in the darkness to protect the best queen.
However, Roland's next words made him dodge.
"Mr. Walder, what are you talking about? Of course I want to bathe in the sun with His Majesty. Let professionals do this kind of thing, and I can help supervise it."
Seeing Walder's body shaking, Roland quickly stepped forward to support him.
"Mr. Walder, Mr. Walder, what's wrong with you?"
"Doctor, where did the doctor die? Hurry up and call the doctor!"
