"It's not good! This is absolutely unacceptable to us! ”

Almost at the same time, in another corner of the shield city, a figure surrounded by the minor nobles erupted into a huge battle cry.

"What's wrong? The Earl of Finnmere? What did you just hear? Seeing that the person presiding over the party suddenly changed his face after hearing the news from his family, the little nobles in the audience asked questions.

I saw that Fenmere on the stage had two nostrils and breathed out, and his eyes were wide and angry, and he was so frightened that everyone else didn't dare to speak for a while.

There was an awkward silence for a few moments before Fenmere calmed down and spoke:

"The family of the Marquis of Joronaco was arrested for trying to prevent his body from being cremated......"

The audience was in a mess. It took about a few dozen seconds before someone raised his hand and asked, "What about Marquis Ronaco's ...... What about the remains? ”

"There was no one present to sign the formalities, and they were cremated directly." The Count of Finnmere calmly stated the devastated truth. "My family has just heard that the central government has sent someone to the house of the Marquis of Joronaco to inform the rest of the people to go and collect the urn."

As soon as this sound came out, the garden of the Count of Finnmere was filled with mourning. These little nobles, who were much lower in status than the counts, were not worried that they would become little boxes when they died, stuffed into some corner of the cemetery that could only be found in a few rows, trembling and terrified in the face of the reality that had arrived.

And this fact is that the aristocratic class of the Elta Empire is about to usher in a reshuffle. Although the final shuffle results have not yet come out, there is no doubt that if the shuffle shuffled cards are still the same as the last game, then this is not called shuffling at all, called "another game".

Of course, aristocratic privileges still exist. This is undeniable – the Congress, the big corporations, the barristers, the politicians, these are all aristocrats in a different sense. The proportion of social resources in their hands is much greater than that in the hands of commoners, and the Roosevelt family, the Kennedy family, and the Bush family in the North American Federation are the "aristocracy" born under the republican form of government. To be precise, whoever acquires more knowledge faster will become the "uncrowned nobleman" of the New Elta Empire.

But they don't understand how this is happening. In their eyes, only those who are "marked" are nobles; The reason why the aristocracy is an aristocracy is not because of glory, nor in the inheritance of knowledge and the accumulation of experience, but in the clear and superior "privileges".

For the North American Federation, and for the substantive aristocracy now known as the "Zhao family" in China, they did not have many privileges above the law. But on the other hand, they are proficient in using the law as a tool of their own. Their children will be exposed to advanced education that ordinary people can't reach at an early age, and when they are about to enter the society, they will have more connections from their parents, and they will have more opportunities for internships and training.

This is completely unthinkable for most of the Elta nobles who are accustomed to sitting and eating empty, having land to scrape the land and not hanging mountain skins. As long as their descendants are not cerebral palsy and fools, they can continue to live well with their privileges and not lose their titles; But for these new forms of aristocracy, they may be able to maintain the prosperity of one generation if they do not strive to move forward, but when it comes time to lead by example, what will they use to influence the next generation?

So all in all, this "more secretive" aristocracy is an air-to-air fart in the eyes of Elta's nobles - a new aristocracy is quietly being born, but in their eyes, Elta will no longer have nobles, at least the famous nobles will no longer enjoy privileges - this is what they care about.

"We don't even know how Marquis Joronaco died, and the people of this other world burned the corpse with a fire......

"Huh? Didn't you say it on the radio at noon? It was because the marquis's driver was drunk and driving, and he crashed into a large truck that was moving normally......"

"Do you believe what people from other worlds say?" As soon as these words came out, the speaker was immediately besieged by the surrounding nobles. "How do people from other worlds know that he has drunk? This corpse has been exposed on the road overnight, is it possible that people from another world can still smell the smell of wine from the corpse? ”

"Hmph, maybe people from another world are looking at us all the time." The little nobleman who had just mentioned the broadcast suddenly changed his tone, "Otherwise, how can you explain the fact that they know everything and understand everything?" ”

"It's not in their style, you see, if they really drank, they wouldn't have to be burned so quickly." This argument made perfect logical sense, and soon became the unanimous opinion of the crowd - as for the cemeteries and whole corpses, which the great nobles feared most, there was not much of a big deal at all: they could not reach that level, let alone the "economic base" to build the "superstructure".

Therefore, the Count of Finnmere can be said to have "aimed at the barrel and hit the track", and his original idea fell through the cracks - fortunately, it was not completely missed, but crookedly.

After all, the cemetery contradiction is only a small item in the contradiction of land privilege. The land privilege is only a small part of the aristocratic privilege, and it cannot represent the interests of all the nobility; However, the current group of small aristocrats has obviously automatically turned small contradictions into big contradictions, and small coverage into large coverage; When Count Finnmere thought about it, he was naturally happy.

Just him and the Marquis of Joronaco, want to go to the ring with the Chinese and the mud legs? Don't even think about it. If Marquis Ronaco is also a plucked phoenix, what assets can he have? As for the most powerful one, he had closed the door since that day, and the gatekeeper waved his hand and said that the Marquis had gone to Mendong City for the winter—and the Count of Finnmere could only convince himself to believe it.

Now it is time to put pressure on the central government of Elta to let them know that the nobles are not meat to be dealt with casually, and the first problem is to expand their own power. One Pharaoh's Eagle rushed out to face six soldiers.76 That must have been a send, but not six Pharaoh's Eagles - that's the truth.

And now, he's still occupying some days. Chinese did almost "no conscience" in this matter (as Fenmere put it), and if they were to be able to extend their influence within the nobility at this point, the nobility would have expressed their displeasure with Chinese approach......

At the same time, the certificate of responsibility for the accident with the all-in-one machine was warmed was handed to Pippens. After briefly flipping through it, Pippons took a copy of it to the interrogation room.

"This is the final verdict of your lover's coffin." As soon as Pippens entered, he threw the accident liability certificate on the table between the two. "But you'll have to make sure you don't tear it to shreds before I can show it to you."

The woman with one hand handcuffed to the chair did not make a sound, but nodded slightly, indicating that she had relented.

"Then let's go and see it." Droppens threw the papers on the other side of the table, and began to look at the certificate in his hand.

Elta's traffic cop perfectly recounts what happened to the accident. As for the results? That's pretty much pretty much the same thing. The Marquis of Joronaco, who caused the carriage to cut into the normal course of the muck cart due to drunk driving, was fully responsible and made the final decision.

"Hmm...... Official, I want to ask," it took a long time for this woman with a lost temperament to slowly speak, "For the death of a respected nobleman, the central government of Elta, or the driver of the car who killed the person, can't give any substantial compensation?" ”

"Respectable?" Pippons didn't look up, and sneered. "Okay, let's put this joke aside, you can tell me, whether it's the government or the driver who hit and killed someone, can you see any fault from the liability determination?"

"Nope."

"That's it." Pippons flipped a page and drew a circle with his pen in a key place. "Since there is nothing wrong with Joronaco, the central government of the Empire, and the young man who drove the car, there is no debt to him. Since there is no debt, then why should we make an unfavorable decision against them and let them compensate? ”

If Ronaco's concubine was about to say the words "the influence of the nobility will shake to the very foundation of the empire", a fist flashed in front of her eyes. I saw that the fist fell heavily on the table in the interrogation room, smashing the stainless steel table top into a pit, and she was so frightened that she quickly collected all the justifications that had reached her throat.

"The right people have to compensate the wrong people, if we under the new Elta Empire are forced to make this kind of judgment, then what is the point of our efforts?! Yes? Can you answer me? ”

The loud slamming of the table and the roar of Pippens made the police officers patrolling the interrogation room nervously push the door open from the outside. What they saw was not Pippons wrestling with a woman in a cloak, or a snatched firearm confronting the police in the woman's hands, but an angry Archives cop hammering the table and roaring like a mad lion at the woman cowering in her chair.

"If Ronaco, yes, if Ronaco is a man, a noble-clan! But aren't we human? If a person kills a pig, a dog, a cow or a sheep, he does not need to atone for his sins, but only needs to compensate the owner. But Miss, 'honorable' Miss, are we like pigs and dogs, cattle and sheep in your eyes? Aren't we human beings and don't enjoy the same basic treatment as everyone else? Yes? Answer me! Answer! ”

The policemen, who don't know where young they are, are all standing at the door of the interrogation room, helpless against this scene. This may also be the voice they have hidden in their hearts for a long time before the arrival of the Chinese. But at this moment, Pippons was like a spark plug, mixing them with emotions and suddenly igniting.