It took only three days for information about the Holy City to reach Minsk.

It was a city that had been incorporated into the territory of the Confederate Federation, and Sean had been here in mid-November and had made it his headquarters for the army.

After nearly a decade of development, Sean's intelligence network has been quite perfect, and a large amount of news has been delivered to him every day.

One of Major's most important responsibilities on a daily basis is to deal with this information.

In fact, there is a team of five people who are responsible for screening and analyzing this information, and these five people are all thoughtful and knowledgeable, and after this team has summarized, analyzed, and judged, it is only handed to Sean by Major.

From this information, Major can conclude that Sean's secret intelligence agents have spread all over the empire, and they have their own people in each faction, and some of them are not low in the status of the faction they are in.

So he wondered who was in charge of this intelligence organization that only served Sean alone. And Major could feel that Sean trusted this man immensely.

The secret intelligence officer invented a special method of transmitting the intelligence code, which was simple but very practical, and even if someone searched for it, he did not worry about leaking the secret.

Out of caution, Major was curious and came up with some clues about the man, but he quickly forgot about them and never tried to find out who Sean's intelligence chief was.

Putting down the information about the trial of the emperor, Sean said with some amazement: "It's finally come to this day." ”

Major knew what Sean meant, of course, and said, "It can't be stopped, my earl. ”

"Adrian, the Count is just an old term. Sean said, "Although we in the south have not officially abolished the title, just as the emperor will be sentenced to death, everything related to the old era will go down into history with the fall of the emperor." ”

"Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief!" Adrian said, "You're nostalgic, and this shouldn't be what you should have at your age." You will also be 29 years old in a few months, the rising sun, and many people have high hopes for you. ”

"yes. Sean said helplessly, "They have invested a lot of money in me, but they have their own ideas. ”

"Your Excellency, this is your mission, and it will be your honor. Meijie's eyes lit up, "When the Emperor falls, it's time for you to clean up the broken Europa!"

"But those who support us are still hesitating and arguing...... Sean said.

"I'm sorry, but you need to form a political party through which you can unify the minds of the Southerners, with a unified program and course of action, which represents both the will of the majority of Europa and the will of you, the leader. "I even had the name of the party in mind." ”

"What's the name?" asked Sean curiously.

"Since our army is called the National Army, our political party is called the Civic Party. "In a sense, at this critical time, you have to have dictatorial power. All people, and all resources, must serve our common purpose, because absolute freedom can only lead to disintegration, and now is not the time for you to be humble and prudent. ”

"Good!" Sean laughed, "That's exactly what I wanted, Adrian, can you help me run it?"

"Your Excellency, it is my pleasure. Major said humbly.

Major's agitation or rather a gesture of surrender, Sean really felt, especially the powerful people in Genoa, who were pushing Sean forward.

Although these people's political views are not all the same, and even diametrically opposed on some issues, it is clear that Sean has become their greatest common divisor, and as long as Sean clearly expresses his ideas, all arguments will be suppressed.

In Sean's personal thinking, the absence of a party with a unified program to lead the South is obviously extremely incompatible with the development of the situation.

So, after three days of closed-door discussions with Major and his henchmen, Sean published an article called "I Have a Dream".

Sean paints a pie in which he describes a blueprint for the future of Europa and sets the stage for the formation of his party:

Abolish the imperial system and abolish the titles of the nobility, and abolish the privileges of the church.

Every citizen is equal in personality and in economic and legal places, and the people have the right to elect a parliament, which makes laws, and the law is the only law of the ruling order of the state.

The Head of State has a term of office and should be brought to trial by law if he violates the law.

Economically, it vigorously develops a liberal capitalist economy, advocates free competition, and abolishes all internal tariff barriers. The state may not raise taxes without the consent of the parliament.

Encourage agricultural production, and abolish all exorbitant taxes except land taxes. Protect the legitimate rights and interests of laborers, establish unemployment and medical insurance, advocate a 10-hour working day, and establish a minimum wage system.

......

Carmen Gable was taken blindfolded to a secret quarter, and when several iron doors were opened, the blindfolded strips of cloth were removed.

It was an underground secret prison where Carlos II was held. And Carmen was brought here because he was instructed to record the last words of His Majesty the former Emperor.

The big names of the Liberal Party wanted to read the confession of Carlos II, and some simply wanted to read the secrets of the empire.

In order to get this opportunity that can go down in history, Carmen can be described as racking his brains, and he must overcome many people.

So he went the way of Madame Bronn, who was now Furks's mistress—a hot and hidden topic in the Holy City's power circles.

Outside one cell, indifferent guards opened heavy iron doors.

Carlos II was sitting in a gloomy cell in contemplation. As a defendant, he has already gone through two rounds of formal trials, and his heart is emaciated, and every appearance in court is actually a public humiliation for him.

Carmen asked the guard to light a candle to get used to the conditions in his cell, and he said in a very complicated tone:

"Your Majesty!"

Carlos II sat cross-legged on the bed, indifferent, and Carmen had to raise his voice.

"I can hear you!" Carlos II finally reacted, he glanced back at Carmen, "Young man, am I still your 'Majesty'?"

Carmen embarrassed, "Actually, I don't know what to call you, after all, you have ruled this country for almost forty years. ”

"Well, it's rare to meet an honest person, although what you have in mind may be something else. "As I said, I don't need a defense lawyer. ”

"They...... They...... Let me ......," Carmen searched for the words he could think of, "let me record what you want to say, it's a memoir, right?"

"Looks like they can't wait for me to die. ”

To Carmen's surprise, Carlos II behaved calmly: "You go, I don't have anything to say." ”

Carmen didn't want to return in vain, and said:

"Your Majesty, I have heard your self-defense in court throughout, and as you yourself claim, you consider yourself to be merely doing your duty. If, I mean, if you have a mortal heart, why don't you let future generations see what you say from the bottom of your heart?"

"Can you guarantee that my last words will be passed on untouched?" Carlos sneered.

Carmen pulled out his notebook, quickly wrote a name on a page and showed it to Carlos II, then crumpled the page into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.

Carlos II was stunned for a moment before he said, "All right, young man. ”