When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 812 Impeachment of Meliati!

The morning light shines through the tall stained glass windows and falls on the marble floor of the parliament hall, creating colorful spots of light.

Last night’s commotion seemed like a dream, and it was still hard to stay calm even after waking up.

Meliati stepped into the Constitutional Hall, the heels of her boots making crisp sounds on the smooth floor.

But as she took a step forward, the brows beneath her iron mask were furrowed more tightly than ever before.

From the people passing by and the voices of the attendants, she could hear that there had been a commotion the night before.

But she had to go to the meeting as soon as she got up, but she didn't know what exactly was going on.

But since the consultation meeting can be held as scheduled, it means it is not a big deal. I will ask about it after the meeting.

The temporary meeting place of the Senate was inside the Cathedral of Florence. The unique circular pulpit of the cathedral was convenient for these republicans who claimed to have the banner of theocracy.

They even converted the Sacred Music Hall into the Constitutional Hall.

Mahogany benches surrounded the central altar, and the old holy images had been removed and replaced with golden bronze statues of Horn and Meliati.

On both sides are displayed portraits of important figures of the Thousand River Valley in the past, such as Juanno, Wayne, Cosse, Ludwik, etc.

In fact, the followers of the Holy Way sect in the Thousand River Valley, especially in the Holy Alliance area, inherited the idolatry tradition of the Thousand River Valley and began to worship Horn's image.

Walking from the gate to standing on the circular altar in the middle, Meliati felt a little uncomfortable.

Originally, she always stood side by side with Horn, but this time they stood on both sides of the altar, and guards and gendarmes were arranged at the altar and the door.

If you think about it carefully, there were so many guards and gendarmes on the road along the way.

"Has Horn arrived?" Meliati asked the privy monk beside her.

The privy monk bowed respectfully and said, "Your Majesty was awakened by the rioters last night and just got up. He was able to arrive before the start."

"What happened yesterday?" Meliati asked.

The privy monk was scratching his head. "I heard that it was a fight between representatives of the aristocracy and the common people? His Majesty blocked the news and waited until the morning to discuss and determine the nature of the matter. We who are sleeping in the Uffizi Palace still don't know what happened."

Meliati narrowed her eyes, confirmed that the monk was telling the truth, and waved her hand to ask him to leave.

Standing on the altar and looking around, the scattered figures on the seats made her heart sink.

The vacancies were particularly obvious in the seats for nobles, with at least half of them vacant and almost one-third of the seats for commoners vacant.

Those guys who were so arrogant in the past have now disappeared without a trace.

Meliati frowned slightly and glanced across the entire conference room.

Most of the delegates had already arrived. Members of the Citizens, Mountain, and Plains factions were dressed differently, either in elaborately embroidered robes or in stained woolen coats.

However, their expressions were unusually silent, with dark bags under their eyes and their heads lowered.

They were no longer the people who had faced her with awe or hostility in the past; now, their eyes were evasive, avoiding her sight.

Meliati had a bad feeling in her heart: "Where is Horn? I want to talk to him."

Before the monk could reply, the heavy bronze bell rang loudly.

The door opened and Horn walked steadily toward the altar, his figure outlined particularly clearly in the morning light.

Since Horn had arrived when the bell rang, Meliati could not talk about the secret conversation anymore. She just turned her head from time to time to look at Horn's calm expression.

Standing on the altar, Horn glanced at the whole audience and spoke slowly: "Everyone, Qianhe Valley is experiencing a crisis both internally and externally. Originally, our job today was to report military intelligence and answer inquiries, and give you an explanation."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, but every word seemed to strike home.

"However, due to what happened last night, a large number of deputies were arrested, which has affected our order." He paused and continued, "So, before that, we must first resolve yesterday's chaos."

The hall fell silent.

Horn's eyes swept across the representatives present like a sharp knife, and then he saw René walk to the front of the stage for the first time in the Senate meeting and begin to report on what happened last night.

"Last night, at about nine o'clock, in the Tavern of Albe, in the midst of drunkenness and the discussion of the situation, Citizens Liporolle and Genbon, wishing to show their solidarity with the Patriarch and the piety of the deputies, proposed to launch a petition..."

"...As a military force, Yiheshu was stripped of its law enforcement rights in the city at the beginning of the year and is awaiting reorganization and retraining. However, people like Clowen and Nathaniel act recklessly..."

"Last night, 343 people were injured. It is difficult to count the damage to other people's property and public assets. Fortunately, the military police controlled the situation and no one was killed..."

The more René spoke, the wider Meliati's eyes widened, as if she had thought of something, and she looked at Horn with a pale face.

“The behavior of the citizens last night was a serious violation of nighttime public security regulations.

In order to maintain order, the Internal Affairs Department (the organization to which the Cheka and the gendarmerie belong) proposed that the deputies who led the riots would be dismissed and ordinary participants would be detained for three to seven days. "

There were whispers in the parliamentary seats and some representatives exchanged glances.

"As for the behavior of the aristocracy," René's tone suddenly turned cold, "they neglected their duties, mobilized the army without orders, kept private soldiers... and even tried to hold the despot hostage and incite rebellion."

The hall fell into deathly silence.

"For serious cases, their noble status will be revoked and they will be sent to Black Snake Bay to reclaim wasteland. For minor cases, their pension will be stopped. Those currently detained are no longer allowed to serve in the military or as representatives. Instead, they will be sent to teach in rural primary schools for three years."

This decision made the faces of the remaining representatives in the noble seats change suddenly, and they all turned their eyes to the special envoy sent by Andre.

However, Andre's envoy said nothing and even clapped his hands softly in appreciation.

Meliati even took the initiative to ask: "Andre has nothing to say?"

The envoy stood up, saluted first, and then said elegantly: "Andre said that we agree with everything the Holy Grandson said." Meliati gripped the edge of the pulpit and glanced at Horn. When was it?
"Then what suggestions does Your Highness the Despot have for this sentence?"

"...No." Meliati said coldly. She realized that today this was an attack on her.

Horn's eyes swept across the crowd, his tone calm but firm: "This tragic scene is really unbearable to watch. In order to prevent such a situation from happening again in the future, I submit a proposal to the Council of State for study - abolish the three-seat system of nobles, citizens, and clergy, and replace it with a new system based on qualification elections."

There was a commotion in the hall.

Qualifying elections mean that seats will no longer be allocated based on ancestry or identity, but on ability and popular support.

Horn's eyes were steady: "We can no longer let the past system become an obstacle. We should learn lessons and prevent yesterday's chaos from happening again."

The representatives were whispering to each other. After all, they had only proposed a motion and no decision had been made yet.

Then, Horn slowly turned to Meliati.

“In addition, based on last night’s petition, I am introducing a new bill.”

As if realizing something, the air in the hall seemed to freeze.

"On the impeachment of Her Excellency, the Despot, Meliati Fowles."

In an instant, the entire conference room fell into deathly silence.

Meliati turned around suddenly and looked at Horn in shock.

"What did you say?" There was a hint of disbelief in her voice.

She looked around, expecting someone to stand up and refute.

But no one.

Her eyes flickered over familiar faces, the Plains County deputies looking up at her.

This was something Meliati could have expected, but what she didn't expect was that none of the representatives from Mountain County spoke.

But if she were to look at it from Horn's or the Holy League's perspective, it would be perfectly normal.

The industrial and commercial nobles of Pingyuan County are under the control of the Magdi Chamber of Commerce and the Holy Maiden Bank.

The spinning industry of South Mound County depends on the textile industry of the Holy See, and the bacon and timber industries of North County depend on the Black Snake Bay of the Holy Union.

Upper River County was controlled by Andre, and Horn had just helped them control the flood, and the influence had not yet dissipated.

The County of Mound remained neutral, neither happy with the Grand Duke nor sad with the Patriarch.

Even North Mound County remained silent because of the new city plan and Halkin's activities.

The only land nobles who supported Meliati had basically gone in last night, and the few nobles who had not gotten involved did not dare to get involved at this time.

Meliati was so confused that she couldn't even hear the words Horn was reading the petition, let alone the voice of Horn asking her to defend herself.

Following a streamlined process similar to that of a court, Horn's steady voice echoed through the hall: "Vote."

There was a moment of silence, and slowly, the MPs began to raise their hands.

One.

Two.

three……

Uniform and no one objects.

Except for a few abstentions, it was passed unanimously.

Meliati knew very well that from a legal point of view, a unanimous vote would have no substantive significance.

Because the Advisory Council only has the power of advisory.

But at this moment, it became a fact.

Because she had another tribune and the army to back her up, but as one of the tribunes, she lost the support of the army and her base.

Everyone is flocking to Horn.

Whether out of fear, interest, or dissatisfaction and despair with the current situation.

With her fingers trembling slightly, Meliati smiled at Horn and said, "Horn, everyone says that I am an ambitious person, but you are the one who hides it deeper than anyone else!"

Then, she slammed the door of the parliament hall open and left the hall with unsteady steps.

Catherine quickly chased after him.

Horn closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the emotions surging in his heart.

He slowly came back to his senses and looked towards the council.

"Then, let's proceed to the second vote."

"According to the proposal of the majority of the believers of the Thousand River Valley, it is agreed that Saint Grandson Horn Galar will take charge of the secular affairs of the Thousand River Valley."

The conference room fell silent again.

As hands were slowly raised, on January 1449, 1, the Holy Alliance officially took over all affairs of the Thousand River Valley.

(End of this chapter)