The rain in Elta just stopped and stopped, and it stopped and fell again and again, and it fell intermittently for more than half a month.

However, this rainy season has not changed much in the course of Elta's history. First of all, three days after the key meeting of the imperial capital, the new city was officially renamed Mendong City. The city will be the only condominium within the old Elta Empire, with the exception of the Noi Mountains as Chinese territory.

One day, there will be no more Chinese soldiers or even generals in Elta's new army. This hand cannot be held forever, and the transition must be prepared now - and this is no different for politicians.

Originally, there was no need to do homework so early in this step, but unfortunately Doniva realized it too early. It's better to be early than late, and it's better to be late than to hold it in the palm of your hand, and even though it's troublesome, the rearrangement of the new district has to be done with your nose pinched.

In the beginning, the portal side didn't see Elta as a country. Now that the normal diplomatic relations of Elta are unstoppable, there is no need for this new district, which is above the old Elta, to exist. Of course, this is just a legal and administrative change, Doniva is willing to give up the big head, and the country is not unable to lower its profile and let a small head play the trick. As long as the new district exists, Elta's law will be stuck in the neck for a day.

Gaining sovereignty over uninhabited areas of the Noi Mountains is also a way to minimize the impact of the problem. On the one hand, the development plan in the condominium is now a formal nod from Elta's side, and in the future, it will also take into account Elta's economic development. The portal base, on the other hand, inevitably has to be kept secret and pure. The doors in North China are almost watertight, independent of the locality. Even the provinces and military districts cannot be interrogated at will, and they are responsible to the imperial capital like the central bank and other directly governed organs. Then the portal base Elta side, which is essentially one, can only be solved in this way.

The second point is that the restrictions on the Elta and the Chinese condominium are that the Erta people can enter and leave at will, while the sovereign area is completely controlled by the country, prohibiting the movement of people without permission. At the same time, the Noi region also has the warehouses and security systems needed for the rehabilitation plan, the military forces and their bases, scientific research facilities and freight terminals, and isolation equipment, even if Doniva wants to visit, he must do his homework in advance and follow the predetermined route.

Although it has been lowered by several levels, in fact, the influence of everyone has not changed in the slightest under the establishment of Mendong City. The wide variety of part-time advisers in the Sierta government still steers the country's progress. You must know that Emperor Doniva, who changed the imperial power of Elta, also promoted his transformation by Huang Yuan and Yigan's translations of English history, Reformation and other works according to the above meaning......

From the female workers who wash vegetables in the canteen to the Prancys who is close to Mendong City and even the Chinese leadership, Doniva and the others all know that it is this group of "otherworldly invaders" who want to trade and don't want land, and to be honest, it is not surprising that they turn Elta into a new land.

Doniva is in his exclusive office in Mendong City, stepping on the stall and flipping through the new materials of Mendong City. Little by little, such questions crept into his mind. The most important thing for a nation is its land - except for the Lancas who are reluctant to leave the Land of God, this has been the case for all countries throughout their long history, and God knows what those yellow-skinned creatures think. They have more ghost ideas than one another, and the rules arranged are more rigorous than the other, and there are almost no loopholes to follow. Even the Mendong City material, which was almost so high that he didn't know where it went, had to be bound in a loose-leaf book, and although he was now very familiar with the theory on the other side of the portal, it was clear that he was still in front of the people who sent the loose-leaf book. And they still sent this material according to the rules to be hand-picked by themselves, almost rigid bureaucratic strictness, is this the secret of being one of the world's top two on the side of the portal? Doniva put his name on the title page of the material and hurriedly stamped it. He's not interested in that kind of stuff, and he's going to have someone to do it for him anyway -- oh no, there's going to be a "Congress" or something like that for him, and he'll just have to read with his feet crossed like he's going to do.

Regardless of what Doniva looks at in the history of the French Revolution. The second major event that occurred during the rainy season was the recall of the Commander of the Western Expeditionary Army, Eufe Mondridge. It's not that he's secretly built nearly a thousand magic power guns of varying lengths, or that he's not overseeing the army well and isn't doing well—it's that the temple needs a "meritorious" person to take over the task of getting rid of the fat man in the water and buy more Chinese goods.

In the eyes of the goddess who summoned Eufael Mondridge, this young man not only recovered Garcia, the capital of Elta, but also did a better job than the mediocre fat man of Maiz in the acquisition of Chinese goods. At least what she wore when she met Eufe Mondridge was a white gauze dress that the director of the Western Expedition had bought with "captured enemy coins" and "trade profits".

In a cold sweat, Eufe Mondridge thought that his life was in danger, but things did not go as he feared, and he took the fastest ship and fled back to Elta, with an extra medal on his chest and an extra book of letters of appointment in his hand.

The guys under the temple are very worried about how many people they have lost and can't beat the west of Elta, and they have expressed their willingness to replace Ouffel Mondridge more than once. But the living gods on the temple were chewing gum, drinking bubbling juice, and wearing ingenious clothes, and even the thing called the "sofa", and a group of gods rushed to sit on it. God knows how much it cost to ship those pitiful things from Maiz, and the stamp stamped by the director of the Western Expeditionary Army was accompanied by the guy's handwritten manifest and instructions for use, and at the end it was explained that this was the rest of the trade profits, and it did not cost a penny of military spending. It is clear which is better and which is worse at a glance.

The best thing in the world is that the big leaders eat the benefits you give, praise your performance, and help you shelter from the wind and rain, even if the ministers in charge below want you to smash your job, but no one dares to start, and the scenery is infinite. It can be said that if it weren't for the fact that the gods of the world named Eufael Mondrich to continue to sit in the position of director and comprador and failed to take the western part of Elta in the past two months, and the army was suspected of suffering heavy casualties, one of these two would have been enough for the heresy trial to rob Ofey Mondrich of his position and position. However, the big boss personally asked, and no one dared to follow the rules.

The Bimoon Church is different from this side of the earth, and the self-proclaimed Lori Control Divine Stick of the Sealing Messenger can make the doctrine unchanged for thousands of years with one sentence, and the two major sects have torn up the same thousands of years around the question of whether the son of the boss speaks and counts or the successor of the boss speaks and counts. This church on this planet, which is called a religion but is not a religion, is what God says in this world.

"For the good of God" must be for the sake of the Church of the Two Moons, for the country of a thousand islands, and for the good of Lancas. On the contrary, it may not be true, no matter how pious the guy who is now standing in the high position of the Bimoon Church, how much for the sake of the sect, and then go to "risk death to admonish", and then be robbed of his own and various positions, and then it may be "politically to the end, economically poor and white". Anyone with a slightly double-digit IQ knows what to prioritize.

It's not that the Inquisition doesn't know what their subordinates are secretly doing, and they turn a blind eye. Now the black hand has cured this guy who endangered the wizard system, and then sent the evidence of the crime to the temple to be beheaded first? For God, there is no essential difference between one and 10,000 people. God also has a human nature, and he knows that he is angry and corrupt, and he also has a small nature—and of course a small nature is not small.

To add insult to injury, another concentration of power in Lancas, the naval fleets all expressed a lot of affection for this brilliant director of the Western Expedition - not only the magic powder propulsion clipper drawings obtained from the Red Dragon Regiment, but also because he had enough "Chinese goods" to supply, glassware, plastic bottles, knives and mirrors alone could make the warehouse that had spare energy in addition to the controlled goods much more profitable than the part of the controlled goods that needed to be handed over.

Seamen and ordinary naval soldiers are almost on the fringes of the church's social system, and the shipowners alone are just a small role in the eyes of the church as shopkeepers, and only the captain of the fleet who controls a dock and the big shipowner who owns dozens of ships under his command have the opportunity to enter the orthodox bilunar church power system.

Of course, seafarers and merchants are not ants, it is the new social pyramid forged by money that pulls them along. Ship owners and merchants will shout dad when they see the shiny bi-moon gold coins, and they can't wait to call grandpa when they see a master like Orffee Mondridge who can make a lot of money. More money will allow them to get rid of the old ships that are now stinking as soon as possible, or even get rid of the sea and return to the country of a thousand islands to settle down, or some people want to take the same money to go to some mainland country to charter a farm and live a landlord life from now on......

In fact, the self-contained navy and merchant fleet were not completely obedient to every order of the Bilunar Church in many cases. In many cases, unless it is a direct order from the temple, the specific departments and national "offices" have to have a good relationship with these guys who are responsible for logistics and logistics. It is impossible for these old fritters, who are much smarter than Maiz, not to understand the truth. If you offend the Navy today, tomorrow you may have to suffer some inexplicable hardships at sea when you transfer personnel.

Saw the lighthouse of Hilzi again. The rainy season is coming to an end, the strong wind on the sea is blowing the bulging sail, and it is indeed destiny to escape from the domestic death, but he must be a little careful about the next strong enemy, otherwise it will really be a place to die without a place to be buried.