"Your Son, Your Son... You've got an hour left to give a speech. ”

Carlo came back from his trance, and before he could react to what was happening around him, his eyes were drawn to the silver-haired and gray-eyed woman in front of him.

It's beautiful.

Carlo's first reaction when he looked at the woman was this.

Her long pale silver hair was gently tied up by her hairpin, and there was a trace of impatience on her delicate face that could not find any flaws.

But this impatience was quickly covered up by her good cultivation.

Dignified, beautiful and capable.

This was Carlo's first impression of the woman.

The outfit she wore also caught Carlo's attention.

No matter how you look at it, this outfit is a kind of costume called a maid outfit, or an extremely orthodox maid outfit...

But Holy Son, what's the matter with the speech?

Aren't you in the office rushing overnight for a new press release? How did you come to this all at once... Coming in the Middle Ages?

Carlo covered his forehead, and a large number of memories that did not belong to him flooded into Carlo's mind, and soon Carlo figured out who he was in this world.

His full name is Carlo Ataga, and he is the second son of Duke Gros Attaga of the Iron Nation.

But because he made a mistake and was exiled from the family, his memory after that was gone, and the woman's name in front of him was Herlan, and his surname Carlo was not remembered.

In short, she was Carlo's personal maid, and originally held the position of head maid in the Duke's Palace, which was a very high-ranking position in the palace.

But because of Carlo's exile, she was also banished to this far away city.

That's why the attitude towards me is so bad?

"What do you mean by the Son and the Speech?"

Carlo gradually adjusted to the current situation and began to observe where he was...

It is supposed to be an office, and the décor is closer to the beginning of the Industrial Revolution than the Middle Ages.

From Carlo's remaining memory fragments, he also learned that there was magic in this world.

"You forgot about your campaign speech? Could it be that your poor cerebellum can only remember the name of the woman with whom she slept with her? ”

The maid Herlan sneered at Carlo's inquiry in a merciless tone.

Carlo couldn't refute it when he listened, he had too few memories to sort out now.

But the only thing is that the original owner is indeed an inexplicable ambiguous relationship with a bunch of women.

"That's why I need you to explain the situation, don't I?"

Carlo doesn't want to argue with his maid, he wants to figure out what he's going to do next!

The maid Herlan sighed slightly at the sound of Carlona's righteous inquiry, but explained dutifully.

"Papal election, Lord Carlo... The crimes you committed should have been sent to the gallows, but before the execution you were chosen as one of the many sons and daughters, as evidenced by the mark on the back of your hand. ”

Herlan gestured to the back of Carlo's left hand.

Mark?

Carlo glanced at the back of his left hand, and a golden inverted triangle mark was imprinted on the back of Carlo's hand, and Carlo could still refract a faint glimmer from different angles.

"According to the law on the election of the pope a few years ago, your crimes have been postponed for the time being, and if you succeed in your election and become pope with the support of thousands of people, all your crimes will be forgiven." Herlan continued.

"On the flip side... If I don't elect the pope, I'm going to be beheaded, right? ”

While Carlo pondered the triangular mark on the back of his hand, he gradually became familiar with this new body, which was slightly stronger than that of modern humans.

At the same time, Carlo also felt an extremely powerful force in his body, presumably the magic in his memory.

"You are as precise and apt as ever in summarizing the bad things, but your punishment is hanging, and the death method of beheading is too cheap for us."

Herlan said in a respectful tone that was a bit of a rebellion as a maid.

"Can't you live if I'm dead?"

Carlo remembered that the valet and herself were grasshoppers on the same rope, and that Carlo would be sent to the execution table even if she was hanged.

Herlan pursed her lips and didn't want to answer Carlo's question, which was one of the reasons she didn't like Carlo.

"Okay, tell me about the rules of the campaign, and what's going on with the speeches that we're waiting for?" Carlo gets the conversation off the ground.

"Your city is called Willan... It is a port city in the Iron Country. ”

Herlan had lost her memory as a useless master, and she went on to explain Carlo's current situation.

"The first district you've been assigned to is here, and your rival is Srein Mikshit, the son of a local aristocratic family in the city, and you'll need to compete with him for the votes of the city's voters, and then you can go to the second district to compete against other contenders."

Herlan placed a report with information on a competitor in front of Carlo's desk.

Carlo didn't read the report, but picked up the speech that Herlan had written for him early in the morning on the table and began to read it carefully.

"Today's speech is the first time you and he have won votes in public, and the quality and content of your speech will determine how many voters support you."

"I get the general situation."

Carlo finished reading the not-so-long speech.

The content of the speech is nothing more than introducing oneself and promising that when he becomes pope, he will bring those favors to the city and so on.

This is similar to the Western politicians that Carlo is familiar with.

But how can you guarantee that you get more than half of the votes of the city's voters?

Copy those great speeches from previous lives? For example, Mr. Ma's "I Have a Dream" or something?

Time did not allow Carlo to continue thinking about it.

The door to Carlo's office was pushed open, and a person in charge of organizing the presentation walked in, signaling that Carlo had to take the stage.

"Trouble."

Carlo could only pick up the speech that Herlan had written for herself.

Carlo is still a little confident in his speech, and when he was in college, Carlo was the first debater on the school's debate team, and he also participated in many activities such as speeches.

The question is whether it will be useful in this world, and Carlo doesn't know anything.

Led by Herlan, Carlo walked slowly down the long hallway, all the way to the exit of the building.

Through the wooden door, Carlo could already faintly hear the noise outside, presumably outside was the city's downtown square.

The stage for the speech has been set up, and the people of the city have gathered here to listen to the speeches of the two Sons.

They're going to give their precious votes to the one... The Son of the Most Touching Lies.

Carlo straightened his collar, and anyone would be a little nervous on such an occasion.

Just as Carlo was about to push the door out, something suddenly came to mind.

"By the way, Herlan... What crime did I have to commit to be exiled here? ”

Carlo realized that in addition to the Holy Son, Carlo also had the identity of a criminal.

"You can even forget this?" Herlan's expression became uncomfortable, she closed her eyes in disappointment, and said to Carlo, "You will know this when you come to the stage." ”

On stage?

Carlo's mood became apprehensive at this moment, and the wooden door had been pushed open by the person in charge.

The cold wind carried the smell of this world pouring in from outside the door, and Carlo sniffed the air of this world and could smell a mixture of steam and fruit.

Sweet yet heavy.

Led by the person in charge, Carlo walked all the way to the podium, and the streets of this world were presented in front of Carlo's eyes.

It's a bit of a dreamlike city, and it's the early days of the Industrial Revolution, but the streets aren't too dirty, and every building is adorned with delicate stone statues and carvings.

What was supposed to be the industrial waste that polluted the city's skies turned into a colorful magic spray in this world.

Pretty nice world?

That was Carlo's first reaction.

But when Carlo walked to the center of the stage with his speech, ready to paint a picture of a better world to the electorate below, to immerse them in dreams that would make them laugh...

"Damn robbers! Get off the stage! ”

"You damn robber killed my father!"

"Get off the stage!"

The moment the electors below saw Carlo's face, it was like a barrel of dynamite had exploded in their midst, and anger from all sides enveloped him in a heap of vicious words and began to engulf him.

Yes?

Carlo was slightly stunned, and the fragments of memory poured into Carlo's mind again, and soon Carlo understood the reason why the voters below hated him so much.

Because of the second son of the Duke, the crime on the back of Carlo Attaga is nothing else, it is the embezzlement of labor assets that will make countless low-level people riot!

This is what Carlo is accused of publicly.

From the moment he was dragged into the water, Carlo was charged with embezzling and exploiting the labor assets of workers in various cities, and causing countless workers' wives who contributed to the construction of the city to be scattered and homeless... In the end, he committed suicide by throwing himself into the river.

you! It's not hellish anymore, it's just the difficulty of letting Carlo die.

Carlo listened to the countless invectives from the working class around him, and watched as the stones were thrown onto the stage and blocked by the magical barrier.

These stones really wanted to kill Carlo, and if it weren't for the protection of the magic barrier on the podium, Carlo might have died on the spot.

At this moment, Carlo knew that it was useless to stand on this podium and say anything.

No matter how many benefits are promised to the voters and how many dreams they build, they will not laugh.

All they want is Carlo dead!

All they wanted to hear was the news that Carlo had been sentenced to death!

All they wanted to see was Carlo hanged on the podium!

The only thing that could make them laugh was probably Carlo's corpse, and if the death was a little funnier, maybe they would all laugh out loud.

It's too fucking realistic!

Indeed, in Western society, only people like Carlo are qualified to run for president!