My name is Ren

Chapter 302 Chapter [-] I may be the author who has the most delays due to drunkenness among the authors of the starting point

"According to the information provided by the Ministry of National Security, there are currently three non-governmental organizations similar to the Self-Help Association in Nawulechen, namely the 'Golden Wheat Club', 'Scarecrow Alliance', and 'Garn of Light'. This The three spontaneously formed organizations have almost all the farmers in Nawulechen under their command. The purpose of forming such an organization is not to fight against the empire, but to use collective power to let the empire hear their voices and demands."

"Perhaps, this was one of the motivations and reasons for Earl Tretter's initial speech. It is precisely because he is now the governor of Nawu Lechen, so he understands what the people need and how to avoid sharp conflicts."

"The Self-Help Society was the first organization that dared to fight against the imperial rule by force, but it will definitely not be the last. The Self-Help Society played a bad guiding role, but at the same time it woke us up. If we repeatedly ignore the people from the civilian class appeal, it is not difficult to imagine that in the end we will come to the opposite of this terrifying class of tens of millions of people. The great philosopher Hannibal during the Holy Empire once said that ideas are flames that cannot be extinguished. Ignite, and can only watch the flames burn down all the buildings."

"Today, I would like to use the words of Saint Hannibal to exhort all the nobles that the Desi people have awakened to a certain dangerous thought. Before this thought becomes a flame, before we can extinguish this flame, or use it When the flames are burning, we can no longer go our own way, otherwise what will bring us will not be glory, but destruction!"

After Tria finished speaking, he leaned forward and sat down, and the entire congress hall was silent. His words did act as a catalyst.Those who can sit here are all political veterans who have survived many storms at the political core.It may be insulting to use such an adjective, but it is definitely not an insult, but a compliment.Their rich political experience is the basis for them to become old fritters, and they can easily understand the actual content of what Tria said.

Such class organizations are constantly rising all over the country, which is a very dangerous signal.Civilians are no longer reconciled to being ruthlessly manipulated by the noble group like puppets. They want to get rid of the situation controlled by the government, so that organizations like the Self-Help Association appear, and there will be confrontation and confrontation.

Today, in the streets outside the halls of Congress, people are marching, they are on strike, they may be spontaneous or they may be instigated.But no matter what their purpose is, the most fundamental reason is that they need a window to have a dialogue with the ruler and allow this class to have a certain amount of political power.The nobles can ignore them and suppress them. One day, they will stand up and resist. On that day, not only the civilian class will bleed, but the noble class will also bleed.

The look of satisfaction in Gan Wen's eyes flashed away. The choice chosen by Queen Pals was very good, well-organized, and the pros and cons were analyzed very thoroughly. The pros and cons were clearly laid out on the table for people to choose by themselves. .He coughed lightly and nodded solemnly, "Baron Tria's speech shocked me very much. When there is some kind of innovation in history, it means the arrival of change. I have been in the past few days Considering what the Earl of Twright said, I was inspired by it..."

Isaac tilted his head, looked at Gan Wen sarcastically, and said to Pelagos beside him, "Look, the wise man finally started talking, this bastard must have discussed it with the little bastards behind him before the meeting. You Believe it or not, Queen Pars will also speak later."

The corners of Pelagos' mouth twitched, and he hummed noncommittally. He also saw that the agenda and process of this Congress were a bit weird. The whole process seemed to be that the gold nobles who claimed to be the real rulers on the stage were waiting for something. Same.He didn't wake up until Tria stood up.I'm afraid that the entire Golden Aristocrat Group already has a secret case, and the so-called topic is nothing more than a formality.The deep disdain for the royal family made Pelagos look down on such behavior. She wanted to be a skilled woman, but she still wanted to put a fig leaf on herself and pretend to be as pure as a saint. Nausea.

The small movements of the two people around Nongalare didn't pay attention to it. Anyway, no matter whether Queen Pars wanted to hit the board or something else, it was impossible to take the knife on him first, and there were two tall men standing in front of her.

There are not a few aristocrats who have awakened. These people are basically human beings. They know what will happen next when Tria opens his mouth.In an instant, everyone's brains were spinning at a high speed, and the brains were spinning so fast that they were about to fly out of their nostrils.

"Since the matter was initiated by Earl Twright's speech and civil rights representatives, why don't we listen to Earl Twright and those civil rights representatives?" Gan Wen looked back at Queen Pars, Queen Pars was very She nodded reservedly, and looked forward with a blank expression, but there was no focus in her eyes.

She's a mascot until she speaks!

The gate outside the congress hall was suddenly opened, and a group of warriors with expressionless faces and full bodies rushed out of the gate, and the "fighters" holding banners on the street jumped up and showed expressions of surprise.Some people squeezed to the front, puffing out their chests to protect Tretter behind them.There were also some people who quietly retreated into the crowd and gradually disappeared from sight.The shouting suddenly calmed down for a short while. Standing at the front of the group was a man in his thirties, wearing linen clothes, who gave off a feeling of anger at a glance.

He puffed out his chest to stand in front of the crowd, glaring at the warriors, although he didn't speak or utter a single syllable, but there was another kind of aura that made him taller than everyone else at this moment.

A person walked out of the gate, smiled contemptuously, raised his head slightly, and kept his eyes fixed, as he didn't see these civilians at all.He cleared his throat, his eyeballs shifted and moved, his arrogant look made his heart itch, and he wanted to punch him on the nose that looked up at the sky.

"Your Majesty summoned you to send three representatives in. The nobles have asked you." He suddenly changed his face, lowered his head and hooked his waist, walked to the front of the crowd, frowned slightly, and moved away from the crowd to stand. Standing beside the carriage, he said with a low eyebrow, "Your Excellency, Your Majesty the Empress invites you in. We are now discussing matters concerning the councilors." As he spoke, he approached the carriage and whispered, "It is possible that what you wish will be realized."

Tretter nodded, a smile appeared on his tense face, he slowly stood up from the carriage, raised his hands and pressed down.The streets outside the Imperial Congress Hall immediately fell silent. Tretter, who had been praised as a spiritual leader by the civil rights fighters, held a pivotal position in the eyes of these people.Of course, to put it bluntly, tall people can help them carry the sky, except for a small group of people who sincerely want to do something for the common people, most of them are speculators.

"We are going to do what we should do now. No matter what the outcome is, at least we have worked hard. I hope everyone can wait calmly and accept all the results, no matter good or bad." He took a deep breath and got out of the carriage, Walked into the Congress Hall with the three elected representatives.The heavy door closed slowly, people's expectant eyes were cut off, and the next thing was tormented waiting.

When Tretter walked through the corridor and the preparatory meeting room and stood outside the last door leading to the Congress Hall, he shook hands with the three representatives respectively, patted their shoulders, and said with warm and firm eyes, "Please remember your ideals. , don’t be influenced by other people.” After speaking, he smiled slightly and stepped into the door first.

The noisy hall fell silent for a moment, and Treite was deeply moved by the complex, sarcasm, or mocking eyes. He glanced at Ren and Queen Pars before walking to the temporarily prepared seats.Compared with Treite's calmness and calmness, the three civilian representatives seemed a bit restrained. Their uneasy expressions drew bursts of laughter, and the nobles looked at them like they were clowns.The three of them blushed, and sat down on the chair next to Treite at a loss, their minds went blank, their ears were buzzing, their consciousness seemed to have been out of the body, and they were completely at a loss.

Where have they seen so many nobles?Many of them may only have heard of it in rumors, these hundreds of nobles have simply subverted their world view, so there are so many nobles living in the imperial capital?But how do they know that the nobles who appear here are less than one-third of the resident nobles in the imperial capital, and there must be many nobles who do not have the right to enter this hall.

Gan Wen glanced at Tretter, and knocked on the golden bell with a small golden hammer, "Silence!" With a subdued voice, the Duke's authority and momentum were fully displayed. On the grinning mouth.

"Earl Tretter!" Gan Wen looked at Tretter, with deep fluctuations in his eyes, "We were discussing the impact and damage caused by the strike outside, and we also discussed the report and application submitted by you and the Advisory Council, as One of the main messengers who promoted this series, do you think we should allow other classes to enter the Imperial Parliament to influence national policy?"

Tretter, who had just sat down, stood up again. He first saluted all the nobles present, regardless of whether the two sides were on opposing sides or not. The nobles' upbringing and demeanor made him do so.Respect all who deserve your respect, whether they be enemies or friends.

In the end, Treite turned around and bowed to the seven gold nobles on the highest seat, and the higher and only seat, Empress Pars.

He met Gan Wen's gaze, paused for a moment, then looked at the nobles present, and said in the firmest voice: "I think it is necessary!"

(End of this chapter)