"I am firmly opposed to a head-on confrontation, and even though Sewit Talos has become less and less important in the Talos family in recent years, he is still the son of the Count of Talos, and I do not think we have anything to gain by clashing with him...... Mr. Adrien, you are a veteran nobleman in Renas, and of course you have enough bargaining chips to fight hard, but we merchants rely on policy to eat, and after all, Renas is the city of Lord Sewit......"

A middle-aged man with two mustaches and a fat body sat at the back of a round table, holding a silver cup in his hand full of jeweled rings, and a pair of small eyes looked around at the people around him as he spoke.

His words made the young man sitting on the throne frown, and his expression was slightly unhappy.

"That's right, Sewit Talos is the son of the Duke, but according to the decree in the Law of Nobility of the Lane Empire: Honorary nobles of the descendants of the nobles of the high lord are not allowed to be high lords except hereditary, don't you know?"

Taking a sip of the liquor from the golden wine glass, the young man, who is now the head of the Adrien family, Viscount Adrien asked with a frown.

The titles of nobility are divided into five classes: duke, marquis, uncle, son, and male.

The so-called high lord, that is, duke, hou, earl, three titles of rank, because most of the nobles from the earl and above are feudal lords who control a large area, and the meaning of the whole decree is actually that if a person who already has a high title in the family, such as Sewit Taros's father is the highest duke, then his descendants are not allowed to become high lords.

Otherwise, with the number of descendants of several duke families within the empire, if a group of marquis and earls were brought out with the help of the power of the family, where would the Ryan Empire get so many fiefs for them?

You must know that even if it is a hereditary title, according to the rules of the Lane Empire, it must be one level lower, which means that when the current Duke of Talos abdicates, the successor can only be the Marquis of Taros.

"Sewit Talos claims to be the Earl of Ghostface, but in fact he has not been recognized by the Lane Empire, only that he has usurped his title in his father's name, and his real title is Viscount!"

Speaking of this, there was a hint of resentment in Adrien's eyes, his family had been in operation in Renas for an unknown amount of time, he had thought that he could become the de facto controller of the city through operation after he succeeded to the position of head of the family, and he only needed to work hard for a few years to make his family promote to the Earl family.

Who knew that when his plan was about to succeed, he suddenly parachuted a Sewit Talos to Renas, and the actual title was obviously the same as himself, but because he had a duke father, he enjoyed the privileges of the earldom, and completely controlled Renas, not to mention, but also pulled all the forces that were originally subordinate to him over.

It's just that Adrien is also a smart person, and he knows that if he wants to forcibly fight with this young master with a golden spoon in the ring, the chance of winning is very small, no way, Rao is his family has more capital in Renas, and the other party's backer is still not something he can provoke.

So he has been waiting, waiting for the other party's actions to plague Renus to intensify, and waiting for the other party to completely arouse the people's resentment!

It is foreseeable that in the event of a popular uprising, no matter whose son it is, the Imperial Government will investigate, and at that time, in order to protect Sewit Taros, the Talos family will have a great chance of transferring him to other cities to continue to enjoy the mayor, and the city will naturally fall into their own hands.

He will appear as a savior and become the worthy leader of Renas!

The idea was so good and feasible that after years of waiting, the day he had been looking forward to was approaching.

But someone thought of the same way as him, and they did it faster than he did!

It was at this most critical time that Sewit Talos was attacked.

That's a good thing!

At least in Adrien's eyes, it was a great thing, and he wished that the guy who had robbed him of his place would be killed in the street, and the worse the better.

However, it backfired...... I'm going to fucking go into the abyss!

Who would have thought that the rubbish, Grandet, the pretentious clown, would suddenly open his mind?

It was to set the minimum wage and the maximum working hours, and to spend the money of the few extinct families to build in Renas......

"Sir Adriencourt...... Sir Adrien!"

A sound from the side interrupted Adrien's increasingly rude thoughts, and his gaze refocused as he swept over the long table in front of him, all of whom were prominent figures in the high society of Renas, the president of the Chamber of Commerce who ran a large number of shops, the capitalists who owned several factories, and the barons of Renas City.

They share a common identity: people who are unhappy with what Sewvet Talos has done recently

Their lives were precarious, and in Renas, where there was a mayor who had taken the lead in collecting money, and they were even more unscrupulous, but none of the new policies recently introduced by Sewvett Talos were not harming their interests.

"It seems to me that Sewit Talos has pursued these policies without consulting any of us, and it seems to me that it is a great disrespect to us, and it is a pity that he has squandered the money obtained by the hard work of others to the common people, while ignoring those of us who really provide for him......"

As the leader of this alliance of interests, Adrien put on a gesture of distress, wondering how much Sewit Talos owed them.

If Donald had been here, he would have laughed at this group of unscrupulous fellows, every policy he proposed was to ensure the normal conduct of commercial activities, and the so-called damaged interests were simply things that had been exploited by illegal means, that is, in Renas would have been considered "legitimate labor income" for granted.

"So what are we going to do? Mr. Anse is right, whether Servet Talos is a viscount or an earl, he is always the mayor of Renas, and as long as he is determined to implement the new policy, we will not be able to interfere at all. ”

"False! What you say about the impossibility of interference is the impossibility of interference at the political level, and our power is not in the government at all, but in the factories that have opened all over Renas and produce all kinds of important materials!"

Adrien raised his chin, his haughty gaze swept over everyone around him again, and then said,

"I agree with Mr. Anse that we can't fight it head-on, but that doesn't mean that we don't have any other means, isn't Sewvett Talos going to build the city, he wants to rebuild the neighborhoods, then we cut corners and delay the construction period, he wants to set a minimum wage, then we will unite to raise prices...... I'm going to let all the citizens of Renas know that Sewit Talos is a complete liar!"

"The deepest despair comes from seeing hope and then being completely deprived of it...... By that time, the people of Renas City will definitely go crazy!"

There weren't a few stupid people present, and it didn't take long for someone to understand what Adrien meant.

As soon as he said this, other people's minds seemed to have found a breakthrough, and for a while, the quiet conference room seemed to have become a busy city, and people kept expressing their opinions, and one by one the bad methods kept jumping out of the mouths of these guys who were already full of bad water.

Looking at this scene, a gloomy smile slowly appeared on Adrian's face, and he craned his neck to drink the wine in his glass.

After tonight, they will be the ones behind the scenes, and the only ones who will really fight against Sevet Talos are the people at the bottom of society.

Sewit Talos, are you ready to withstand the wrath of the populace?

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