When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 966 This is a transitional chapter

The next morning, the first day's report was over.

After many cardinals and representatives took their seats, Horn appeared in everyone's sight wearing a casual suit similar to a tuxedo.

He was riding a white horse, waving around, and looked quite energetic as he had a good sleep last night.

It was obvious that when Horn walked onto the wooden platform of the meeting and shook hands and chatted with the representatives, these representatives all had dark circles under their eyes.

When he came in front of the cardinals, every one of them had dark circles under their eyes.

Only then did he realize that today was the questioning session.

I guess they were all preparing last night.

Of course, Horn didn't need to make any preparations. The questioning was a competition between the order and the Senate, and he was the referee.

Given Shengsun's popular support and vested interests, no one can stop him from implementing any policy he wants.

Therefore, the biggest goal of the Order and the Senate, in addition to consolidating power through this political ceremony, is actually to persuade Horn.

The questioning was actually intended to persuade others to persuade Horn together.

All the way from the Battle of Pavia, Horn's base was extremely solid and his power was beyond imagination.

The simplest example is that the Pope's Ten Thousand Votes Act has not been repealed until now.

Although many citizens wanted the Senate to gain more power, no one dared to fire at the mountain.

Such is the authority of the founding father.

The cardinals and deputies had dark circles under their eyes, as did Alexei and the others.

Alexei was a persistent man. He asked questions about the financial situation of Xiongbao Territory for a whole night, and finally realized that not answering was also an answer.

In other words, Gloev and Teomir did not answer because they simply could not answer.

The Xiongbao Territory has not formed a stable taxation system and statistical measures similar to the Holy Alliance, and even needs to patrol and collect tribute.

How could they know how much tribute was demanded, and no one knew how much of it was exported.

For the first time, Alexei began to feel confused. Could he really build the Bear Castle into something like the Holy League?
How did this saintly grandson do all this?

Jinigis was also confused, but his confusion was completely different from Alexei's.

It was understandable to call him up on the first day to brag about achievements, but why drag them along on the second day?
The next day we were questioning!
Last night, the other three slept on soft beds and had a deep sleep all night.

However, Jinigis could not sleep because the Holy Alliance received nearly 60% of the annual tax revenue of the Kingdom of Leia with one province (Black Snake Bay + Thousand River Valley + Gravel Plain) and five counties.

The Kingdom of Leia only collected 120 million in tax revenue a year, but the Holy Alliance collected 70 in one province.

To put it in perspective, the three provinces of the Kingdom of Leia should have received 210 million gold pounds. What about the remaining 90 gold pounds?

Besides, 210 million gold pounds is an underestimate. The land in the lower reaches of the Nauan River is much more fertile than the Kaimu Province where the Holy Alliance is located.

If he could succeed in his reforms, the annual tax revenue of the Kingdom of Leia should be similar to that of France, which is more than 4 million gold pounds.

Slow down, every step is slow.

Jinigis walked up to the observation deck, drank a large cup of coffee through the narrow window, and forced himself to stay awake.

Even though he is now in prison, his future is still uncertain. Why should he become depressed and fall into despair?

Since today is a questioning, we will definitely hear about the shortcomings of the Holy Alliance, and just like its strengths, we can learn from them!

Just as Jinigis was concentrating, he suddenly felt a gust of dust floating past his eyes and falling into his cup.

Genegis, who was slightly obsessed with mysophobia, frowned. In the past, he would have dragged the man upstairs out and hanged him.

But now that I'm a prisoner, I can only endure it.

"Wash this cup, and ask the waiter if he can ask the people upstairs to keep the noise down."

Duke Labon held the telescope made by Fran and walked back and forth by the window. Casani was helpless by his actions: "Your Excellency the Duke, Lorenzo's birds have already made a plan to attack the carriage. Even if you find King Gigi now, it will be useless."

The reason for attacking the carriage was that there was a poorly defended country road from the heavily guarded Holy See to the Holy Trinity Monastery.

The French spies would lie in ambush near this road, attack the carriage carrying King Gigi, and take him away.

If we start the fight in the city, we will probably be caught by those weird Black Snake Bay wizards before we even get out of the city.

There are quite a few Black Snake Bay wizards serving in the current Night's Watch system.

Duke Laban, however, could not calm down. It would have been better if he had not known about it at first.

Now that you know and can still calm down, you are a god.

The first thing Duke Laban did and the first plan he made for this mission was to kidnap King Gigi. How could he not be nervous?

After confirming his mission, he entered a state of fanaticism, completely immersed in the fantasy of a "lone loyal minister".

The door to the observation deck was pushed open, but it was not the French spy who came out, but a timid waiter.

"what's up?"

The waiters obviously didn't like this arrogant and rude duke. The waiter glanced around the room and said, "The guest downstairs reported to us that you were too noisy and disturbed him..."

"What a bunch of bullshit! Do I, a duke, have to accommodate a commoner who came from nowhere?"

Casani quickly pulled Duke Labang to comfort him, and turned to the waiter and said, "We will be quieter."

"Mr. Labang!" Pressing Labang's shoulders and forcing him to sit down, Kasani spoke seriously, "Your anxiety will not make time go faster, but may affect the plan. Please calm down!"

Duke Laban finally calmed down. He picked up the soft cloth on the table and wailed, "Well, there is still no wine."

The upstairs became quiet, and King Gigi was finally able to listen to the questions between the representatives and the cardinal.

This advisory council is indeed good. It can check and balance local bureaucrats and absorb grassroots forces to make them feel valued.

It has to be said that this Pope, who came from a farmer family, did have some knowledge and skills. This system of order and checks and balances was indeed advanced.

But just as King Gigi had this thought, he heard a loud shout coming from the field.

"Chilvis, you are a fake wine dealer, a cardinal who has never been on the battlefield. Why are you showing off here?"

"The Decree against Drinking? I think it's your money-making decree! Your Majesty, I propose that Chilvis be beheaded."

"You representatives, you are a bunch of people who have never touched malt water! Do you know what 'national strategy' is? Can you spell 'national strategy'?"

"Of course I will."

"Put one together for me to see."

"Why should I fight? Prove first whether you used the "Alcohol Prohibition Order" to embezzle money!"

"To be fair to Harvey, Mr. Chilvis may have intended to make money, but the Alcohol Prohibition Act is a good law. Is alcohol a good thing?"

"Bullshit, show me the evidence of my corruption, come on!"

"The believers have a need to drink, you old baldhead. We are all ascetics. Why are we still pursuing happiness in this life and building a paradise on earth?"

"Scum! Corrupted!"

"The octagonal cage is right next to us. Let's go in and have a fight, you sissy!"

The Council of Elders legally succeeded the Senate, and a large number of senators were also representatives.

It’s just that the good things about this Advisory Council were not passed down, but all the bad things were passed down, including the octagonal cage.

Vulgar language, flying saliva and lack of order are the hallmarks of the Council of State’s political affairs.

"Oh." Horn covered his forehead and let out a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)