When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 587 Constitutional Convention (Part )
The Central Palace is a renamed version of the Pope's Palace, because from now on, it will become the seat of the central administrative agency of the Thousand River Valley.

It is located on a tributary of the Nauan River. It is a long palace running from north to south, and its west side faces a private urban garden of the Pope.

On the east side is the main gate to the palace. Standing on the platform of the Central Palace, one can see the sky-blue river water behind the elm trees and the gray-green river perch jumping in the river.

On the street between the Elm Tree and the Central Palace, several vendors pushed carts, forced smiles on their faces, and handed out rice wine and dry bread to the civilian representatives.

Representatives of the Senate, wearing gray-yellow linen shirts and silk robes, entered from both sides of the archway one after another, and some of them stood by the door and chatted.

There were also dozens or even hundreds of idle men standing nearby, asking the civilian representatives for information from time to time.

Sitting under the shade of a tree, Rufair ate sugar cookies boredly: "Cousin Catherine has been in prison for so long, why is there still no news?"

The honest and dull Abaz did not reply to her words, but stared blankly at the icing cookie in his hand.

Rufeel patted his shoulder and said, "Hey, let me ask you a question. Is there anything wrong with this sugar cookie?"

"No, it's just that the price is much cheaper than ours. Why is that?" Abaz took a bite and put it in his mouth. "And it's sweeter than ours too."

"To the south is the Black Snake Bay. Isn't that demon pope on good terms with the Black Snake Bay? I guess he got it from them." Venise replied casually while chewing a biscuit.

Hearing the term "evil pope", Rufair frowned: "What are you talking about? Venise, where have you learned the most basic respect in etiquette?"

Venise's face froze. He obviously didn't expect Rufel to react so strongly, but the young man's face made him unwilling to admit defeat: "That farmer Horn, wearing the hat of the Pope, is always mixed with wizards and secret parties, not to mention his alchemical weapon. How can he not be a demon?"

"How could he come up with the Declaration of the Freedom of the Thousand Valleys and the Sacred Charter? He was a tribune before he was twenty, what about you?"

"Give me the same luck as him." Venise replied with his neck stiff, "I can do it too."

Rufeel rolled his eyes at him, "If you go ahead, you'll get your head chopped off in the Gulag. We're here to learn, so be humble."

"Learn, learn nothing." Seeing everyone's eyes on him, Venise was even more embarrassed. There was even a pleading look in his angry eyes, "What is there for them to learn? Look, there is definitely nothing interesting to see at the Constitutional Convention today. It is probably all vulgar language without rhetorical logic."

"Hey, what do you mean?" A passing representative who was about to be late was running towards the Central Palace in a hurry. Upon hearing this, he immediately turned around.

"Our Senate is a noble and sacred palace, serving the two supreme tribunes. Who said vulgar words? I will make your whole family live in darkness, you dead pig."

"Am I wrong? What research is needed for a council in a remote area?" Venise seemed relieved and transferred the argument from himself and Rufel to the passers-by. "Besides, isn't your remark vulgar?"

"I'm not in the Council of State!"

On the other side, the three were still arguing, but Abaz was still studying the sugar cookie.

Abaz is from the Lilac Corridor. His family is a new noble family that made their fortune from the sugar trade. He is much more sensitive to sugar than the other two.

In his opinion, given the quality of this frosting, selling it at this price already means very low profit, and it may even be suspected of malicious competition.

But the problem is that there are not many sugar merchants in Qianhe Valley. It is definitely a seller's market. Who are you competing with?

Abaz silently memorized the name "Saint Madeline Bakery" in his heart and decided to investigate it carefully in the next few days.

But before he could think clearly, a warm little hand took his hand, and the red-hot Rufel pulled him: "Come on, let's go to the trial, don't pay attention to Venise, he is a fool."

Abaz instantly forgot about the frosting and followed Rufair towards the main gate of the Central Palace with a silly smile.

Seeing this, Venis's red face turned pale, and he didn't care about the rest of the argument, and quickly followed Rufel to explain and beg for mercy. But the more he begged, the more Rufel ignored him, and just strode in.

Catherine arrived just in time and led them into the meeting hall as the bell rang to signal the start of the meeting.

Catherine noticed that the three were in a bad mood, but she couldn't do much about it: "Just sit in the audience and don't make any noise."

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, Sister Catherine."

Catherine touched her hair, turned around and walked back to the representative seat.

"Stop talking, Venis, if you keep talking, I will really ignore you from now on." Hearing Venis' explanation which was still as soft as a mosquito's buzz, Lufeil scolded him in a low voice.

Venise quickly shut his mouth, but after a moment, he suddenly whispered: "It must be very crude."

"Tsk!"

Facing Rufair's eyes that were about to explode, Venise quickly lowered his head.

"Salute to the tyrannical prince!"

"Hail, Patriarch!"

Following two loud shouts from the ceremonial officer, the three young Aiel men sitting in the corner raised their heads and saw a man and a woman walking in from the doors on the left and right sides of the lecture hall.

Behind each of them were two guards and executioners holding axes and guns. Many representatives stood up and saluted the two supreme rulers of the Thousand River Valley, one tall and one short, who slowly walked in.

Rufair couldn't help but widen his eyes. The two men were dressed exactly like the tribunes in history.

Although the Holy Aiel Empire now flies the "Aiel" flag, their emperor and king always wear gaudy, colorful, short robes with slits and side collars, and white lace on the sleeves.

Not to mention the various red, green, jade, gold and silver ornaments on her hands and neck, the pink diamonds on her crown, the amber brooch on her chest, and the thick white and even orange makeup on her face.

The two tribunes in front of them were not wearing any makeup. They wore pure red and white togas, Aire sandals on their feet, green olive branch crowns on their heads, and golden tassel ribbons around their waists. They had no decorations on their bodies.

Even the other two young men from El couldn't help but be stunned, as if they saw figures from the classical era walking out.

There are even two of them, in line with the Guelphic system of double tribunes.

Walking to the thrones that were placed side by side, they both sat down almost at the same time.

After they sat down, the remaining representatives in the venue sat back in their original seats with the sound of footsteps rubbing against clothes.

After looking around the venue, Meliati's cold and magnetic voice rang out: "Are all of you here?"

"There are 180 representatives. One was late, two were absent due to illness, and three were expelled for fighting in front of the palace. The rest are all here, Your Excellency the Despot." Catherine, who was sitting opposite the two, responded.

Horn nodded slightly and took out a small wooden hammer: "Now that everyone is here, then the fourth article of the Sacred Charter, "The Definition, Obligations and Rights of the Citizens of the Thousand River Valley", and the binding bill, "The Bill to Grant Permanent Lease Rights to Public Book Farmers"..."

"Ding--"

Horn struck the bronze bell next to him with a small wooden hammer and said loudly:
"Officially start the discussion."

(End of this chapter)