When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 582 Constitutional Convention (Part )
First, a noble screamed, and then the people on the right and center seats began to whisper to each other.

Like dominoes, the discussion grew louder and louder, with almost everyone talking and some even pointing at the contents of the Draft Charter and screaming.

"We disagree, we absolutely disagree!" The representatives on the right shook their heads and even booed.

"That's how it should be!" Seeing more opponents, the people on the left stood up and began to praise, "The nobles should have taken control long ago!"

In the middle seats, some people applauded, some booed, and most remained silent.

The source of sovereignty must be an imagined community that is strong enough to be recognized by the majority of people.

From this perspective, "the absolute authority of the Holy Father" is a perfect signboard, and there is no problem with that.

But from the second sentence onwards, something went wrong.

Because although Horn made concessions, if you look closely, you can still see the meaning behind it - God authorizes people, and people authorize the monarch.

It seems that the king's power is granted by God, but in fact it has the additional link of human granting.

Don't underestimate the sensitivity of Meliati and other nobles. They knew at a glance that Horn had extinguished the holy light of the crown with his urine.

Now that the holy light is gone, everyone can clearly see the dirt on the crown.

For these noble lords, having their leadership status granted by the believers is like digging up their roots. If this is passed, they will have no roots.

Although he had fought alongside Horn in the Thousand Valley War, Earl Nathaniel could not wait and stood up: "Sir Horn, do you mean to say that the title that has been passed down from generation to generation by our lords actually depends on the recognition of the people?"

"Of course," Horn admitted frankly. There was no point in playing dumb at this moment.

"This is ridiculous, why?" Although he was talking to Horn, Earl Nathaniel kept looking at his companion on the right seat beside him, "The titles of our lords were established by the will of the Holy Father and won by our ancestors with blood and sweat.

Lord Horn, how can you equate these honors with the recognition of the people in your territory?"

The nobles around kept nodding, and even the monks and minor nobles in the middle seats followed suit.

The nobility is also divided into different levels, with extraordinary status coming first and titles coming second, living on taxes coming first and living on manors and real estate coming second.

According to this classification, there are great nobles like Meliati, country nobles like Sampoli, and nobles with empty titles or even no titles like Ovid.

Sometimes the three parties are not actually on the same front, but their interests in this matter are the same, so it is natural for them to support each other in the meeting.

Before Horn could speak, Brother Thomas stood up and asked, "Did you weave your clothes yourself? Did you make your lunch yourself?

You have always considered yourself as the agents of the Holy Father, but the Holy Father bestows all things on his believers. Doesn't the survival and prosperity of the territory depend on the hard work of his people?

Without people, all a lord owns is a wasteland."

"Good!" The Salvation Army and the Holy Father monks under the black and red flags cheered.

Nathaniel's face turned red, but he still argued: "The Holy Father has given the land to us, and we are His stewards. Letting the people 'authorize' us, isn't this challenging the authority of the Holy Father?"

“The Holy Father gave you authority not to place you above others, but to govern the land with justice and mercy.

If your people lose their trust in you, does that mean you have failed to fulfill the will of the Holy Father? "

This time even Martin, as the representative of the middle bench, couldn't help but stand up and refute it.

As a monk of orthodox monastic origin who participated in the weekly debates of the Holy Fathers, Martin silenced Nathaniel with just a few words.

"The lord's affairs...how can they be judged as good or bad..." His face flushed, veins on his forehead bulged, and he argued incoherently.

Count Sampoli could not help but stand up and show his support: "It would be great if the people in the territory could manage themselves. I have seen the natives in the Zealand Islands. They have no lords and are so barbaric!"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Horn and said politely: “Sir Horn, you have led an army before, and you must know how an army will be defeated without a clear commander.

Similarly, a territory needs a lord. The purpose of a lord's existence is to provide order and security for the people. The people are incapable of managing themselves, so our management of them is our charity to them!" "Whoa—"

“It stinks, it stinks!”

Hearing this, the Salvation Army officers on the left seat began banging on the table, using a large amount of banging and insults to block out the second half of Count Sampoli's words.

The nobles also stood up and began to curse at the officers on the left seat opposite, leaving the representatives on the middle seat stunned.

They thought the Constituent Assembly would be so solemn and dignified. Wasn't it just like their guild quarrels or the trials in the manor or village courts?

Many of the previously reserved representatives of public opinion felt somewhat disillusioned.

"Silence! Silence!" Meliati pounded the table with her iron fist and roared.

As the ceremonial officers and military police entered the venue, the representatives on both sides finally calmed down.

Horn made an inviting gesture: "Count Sampoli, please continue."

After thanking Horn, Count Sampoli glanced at the officers on the left with disdain: "As I just said, we all know the status of those indigenous peoples: they have no lords, no order, and even do not know the meaning of civilization. Do we want to let the Thousand River Valley become such a wilderness?"

Armand coughed, straightened his clothes, and stood up slowly: “Count Sampoli is indeed well-informed. The natives of the Zealand Islands you mentioned are an example of lack of education and civilization.

But our believers are different. They have faith, skills, and ties to their families and religious orders.

Without their lords, would they become like barbarians? That would be too much of an underestimation of them.

Dear representatives, we are not against the existence of lords, but we want to correct their unscrupulous behavior. Obviously, hell cannot scare Prince Condai and some nobles, and they still want to do evil things.

Don’t complain that the Holy Father did not send down divine punishment. Didn’t he send down the Holy Grandson?
The lord's duty is to assist and guide, not to control. Their behavior should be controlled by the Holy Father. The Holy Father sent down the Holy Grandson to establish this system to control the behavior of the nobles. "

"Wow--" There was a round of applause from the left bench on the field. Even Jeanbon could not help but applaud. What Sampaoli said before, that managing them was a kind of alms to them, made Jeanbon very unhappy for a while.

The people at the right seat obviously looked livid and started whispering to each other once again.

It must be said that this morning was an absolutely novel experience for Jean-Bon. He went back and forth between the left and right seats, and even ran to the middle seat to encourage and canvass for votes.

During the meeting, two noble representatives attempted to bribe and coerce the middle-seat representatives and were asked to leave the venue. A middle-seat representative was suspected of accepting bribes and was disqualified.

It's a pity that the fight lasted from morning to noon, but still no result was reached, and neither side could convince the other.

As the scorching sun rose to the center of the sky, the representatives were exhausted, and the two "tribunes" on the referee's bench announced a recess for lunch.

"You don't have to go out to eat. The Constitutional Assembly has prepared meals in the Holy Communion Hall. There are beds for you to rest in the guest room on the second floor, but please arrive at the venue on time before 2 pm."

Carrying a cream pastry that he hadn't eaten in seven or eight years, Bang found Liporolle who was eating in the corner.

Although they were outside the venue, they were still divided into groups in the Eucharist Hall.

The nobles and knights occupied the terrace, the officers gathered on one side of the corridor, and the middle position was naturally occupied by the representatives of public opinion.

"Why don't I see the two tribunes?" asked Ran Bangfa, licking his butter-covered fingers.

"The two tribunes will dine together." Liporolle picked up a piece of honey chicken and stuffed it into his mouth. "I guess they have something important to discuss. After all, whether we can legally oppose the nobles depends on the opinions of the two tribunes, right?"

A craftsman on the other side whispered, "I finally understand. We are called representatives, but in reality we are just advisors. The two tribunes are the ones who really make the decisions."

"At least, if we can convince them, then Thousand River Valley can follow our plan to a certain extent." Lipolole touched the representative badge on his chest, "The power of the representative is not big, but it is not small either."

The fate of millions of people in Qianhe Valley is in the hands of two people.

Lipolole couldn't help but daydream, what are they talking about now?

Is it for the welfare of believers? Or for the future of the country? Is it a heated argument over differences, or is it an exchange of interests for the next bill?
(End of this chapter)