"That means that if you can't get Your Majesty Doniva out of the control of the people of another world, then everything will be over?"

"Yes, you can understand it that way." The Marquis of Carolas, who was on the couch and gestured "Ge You Lying", nodded with satisfaction - the two in front of him, though sluggish, were at least not fools. "However, this is a lot different from our original intention, and it feels like expanding our goal, so I need to ask the two of you, is your life more important, or is the privilege of the nobles more important?"

"So, you want to express that it will be difficult to obtain the privileges that our nobles deserve?"

"That's pretty much it." Garolas pouted, "Since the people of the other world have established Mendong City, as long as they don't want to bargain for things, then the price and outcome of this matter will not change much. You see, Bowitt's incident, people from other worlds don't want him to cross the 'rules' to make a profit, no matter how he rolls and cries, isn't it useless? ”

The two were silent. Indeed, they had been wishful thinking all along, and until a moment they had hoped that His Majesty Doniva would change his mind - but the Marquis of Carolas shattered their hopes with a single word, and the ethereal dream leaked out of breath and drifted directly into the wind.

"I'll say something very objective." Seeing that neither of them reacted, Carolas took care of himself to protect the flame with his hand and lit a Chinese-made cigarette with a filter. After a few rounds of swallowing clouds and mist, he continued to speak: "From the perspective of a king, do you think there is any king who does not want to cut the domain? Don't want to weaken the privileges of the aristocracy and take all the privileges of the world to yourself? ”

"Yes...... Didn't His Majesty Doniva personally declare many times that he would delegate power to the people, and this time the 'Constitution' also made it clear that the emperor was not the highest center of power in the country, but the parliament was? ”

"Don't interrupt me, Fenmere." The Marquis of Carolas glanced at Count Finnmere dissatisfied, "Your Majesty Doniva has naturally lost power himself, but don't you think he is 'revenge' by doing this?" Did he use his own delegation of power to end up with the ghost of the entire Siravia family that had been entangled for more than a hundred years, the ghost of imperial power? ”

"And then rely on the 'feat' in the eyes of the otherworldly people and mud legs to sit back and relax, and you don't have to worry about food and clothing? Can you continue to receive the love of the people? Marquis Joronaco first suddenly realized, "This is really a lucrative business!" Your Majesty, this is really something that our old ministers can't figure out! ”

"Here we go again." Garolas clipped the cigarette to his hand and spat out two eye circles to express his displeasure. "This is a road map drawn by people from another world, and the Donivana kid is at most just following the road map. Of course, this is also in line with the intention of Doniva, the disgraced prince, so that it can go so smoothly, right? ”

The Chinese side's attitude towards Doniva is purely casual, anyway, the emperor really has little impact on Elta's modernization - if Doniva is not civilized, then just cut it down and change the name of the country - anyway, the parliament is still the supreme power. But if Doniva knows the general idea, it is not impossible to let the Siravian family perpetuate the throne.

Anyway, as far as the Constitution is concerned, Doniva only needs to obey it once, and it is impossible to turn over from it. The supervision system is becoming more and more perfect, and the people who are moving from the imperial society to the modern society can kick off the seat of the driver who is trying to restore and turn back the times.

"The Emperor must have some way to counter the people of the other world...... Fen Mill scratched his head in anguish, "but I thought about it carefully, the most important military power has been grasped by the people of the other world with the routine of forming a new army, and there is no other way for him to do it...... Aren't we? ”

"That's why I said, 'Is your life more important, or is it the privileges of the nobility?' Garolas laughed and extinguished the cigarette butt on the oak coffee table, ignoring the disgruntled gaze of his master. The means of struggle between the nobles, we do not have even one advantage now, except for your life. ”

"Lord Garolas!" It was only then that Ronalco realized that something was wrong with Garolas's words, "What do you mean by that, that you want to quit our business?" ”

"How can you not quit?" Garolas clapped his hands, shaking off the smoke and dust that fell on his hands, "How can I be willing to rebel if someone from another world promises to give me the benefits of real estate?" ”

Fenmere was about to attack, but was glared at by Carolas's backhand, and he was too frightened to speak. The Marquis of Nagarolas glared at Fenmere for a long time before he spoke slowly:

"People from another world, the Chinese have not given us a chance. It's just that you didn't cherish it. What is it that hurts you? You don't even know how to know your opponent now, or even who your opponent is. Count Finnmere, if you had been a shareholder of the Shield City Textile Mill at that time, you must have counted all the money by now, right? ”

It is true that the two nobles, Fimer and Joronaco, and their families are on the side of the privileges of the nobles, because they have not taken the direct train to Cierta's wealth and missed out on the greatest wealth. So now many small nobles can rely on judging the situation to have no worries about food and clothing, and a big nobleman like Carolas who has a fiefdom in a city has become half of the "China expert", and the two in front of him can only live tightly.

"Now, there is no room for aristocratic intervention within the army, and the royalists who want to keep the privileges of Emperor Elta are declining, and the top of the entire government is either the advisers sent by the Chinese, or simply the mud legs promoted by the Chinese. And you know very little about visitors from other worlds, and about Chinese...... Do you still think you have any chance of winning today? ”

Fenmere really didn't expect that he would invite the other two pillars to come today, and one of them actually changed his ambiguous attitude and came to scold him for being a bloody dog-even the female streamer Nona changed her attitude, and even the leader of the traditional nobility of Cierta made a big turn, which made him a little incomprehensible.

"I spoke to Miss Nona before she came to you." Garolas propped himself up on the armrests of the sofa and began to pace in the living room, "To be honest, even if I have different opinions, I still admire this group of yellow-skinned rulers, and the Elta people who have been 'infected' by them, the so-called last resort, I'm afraid I can only refer to them......"

At this moment, in the corner of the mansion, where no one noticed, a kitchen cook of the Finnmere family quietly stepped out of the room separated from the living room by a wooden wall, carrying a basket in his hand, pretending to be going to buy ingredients, and left the main entrance of the garden.

About fifteen minutes later, a young man on a bicycle pulled his bicycle neatly at the entrance of the town hall after a few detours from the grocery store where the cook had entered. I saw him lower the brim of his hat, ignore the queue from the main entrance, and sway into an inconspicuous room door.

"Yes, is that all? Thank you for your hard work. ”

"It's not hard." The clerk at the grocery store, who was also an intelligence officer, saluted his superior, revealing his prosthetic leg that was different in color and shape from ordinary people's arms, "Then I'll go back to my post first." ”

"Be careful on the road!" Pippons wanted to go up and shake his hand - it was the heroic veteran who lost an arm in the Elta Liberation War, and the "one-armed Kate" who was seriously injured in the battle to clear the imperial capital and could not get out of the line of fire. He hadn't been here for a long time since he took over the business, and he hadn't found a chance to bond with the hero......

However, even in the police circles, where the regulations are relatively lax, it is strictly forbidden for superiors and subordinates to pull mountains indiscriminately compared with those in the military. If it were not for the fact that the operational familiarity and the lack of complete peace and order had not yet been completely calmed, no matter where the military and police were, there would be the idea of avoiding the localization of the mountains and the central forces through frequent movements at this stage.

The result of the compromise is that in violent organs, in addition to the social gatherings and dinners organized by the department, the private gatherings and dinners of employees are usually prohibited.

There were too many meritorious soldiers and meritorious generals born in the Elta Liberation War. Among them are Beslon, the "God of War", and Malcolm Thorpe, the "Butcher of Arrows" who is famous for his elusive battles behind enemy lines and his majestic compound pulley bow...... If these people are in the old Elta Empire, knighthood is the minimum treatment.

And they will inevitably use the current treatment to make a horizontal comparison with the treatment in the old Elta Empire. It was no longer possible for the new empire to give them any "supra-national treatment", all that could be done was a shiny medal and additional military ranks - nothing more.

So even Pippins, who is now sorting out the files, did not expect that he could not have supper with "one-armed Kate" after work because of the regulations, and the two seemingly unrelated things of the nobles wanting to fight for privileges are actually the same thing.

"The nobles still seem to be ready to move." Pippins, who didn't react, thought for a moment, then pulled out a special letterhead from the drawer, took a gel pen from the pen holder, and began to write a report.

The dynamics of the aristocracy's mind -- every time he wrote down this subject, he couldn't help but laugh. What do the nobles think, really heavy or? When you cross the red line that your superiors have drawn for you, pull the rope yourself, and you won't be done?

It's just that now, when Pippins' own hand is on the rope, his tone can't be so relaxed - this pull, the future of the two big aristocratic families is uncertain, and the end may not be good.