The imperial provincial system is somewhat confusing, but it can be broadly divided into three ways. Imperial provinces were implemented in areas under the full control of the Empire, such as the Apennine Peninsula, the Syra region, Haut-Aea, Thrace, and Asia Minor. The governor was appointed for a five-year term, and when he arrived, he paid all the taxes to the central government of the empire, except for a specified share for the construction of local public facilities. For these rich core areas, the center of the empire has achieved complete control.

For those regions that were within the territory but the influence of the central government was relatively weak, the empire generously adopted a feudal system.

Retired generals want to retire? Veterans clamoring for land? Well, well, the fertile lands of the North, the Far South, and the Far East will be yours to contract. The ownership of the land is still the empire's, but the central government doesn't ask you for a penny, you can form a private army by yourself, as long as you help the empire defend against the barbarians, then it is absolutely hereditary, and you can play as you want.

However, in order to prevent the rebellion of these veterans, the cunning bureaucrats in the Senate tried all their tricks to lack morality. They divided their territories very much, and a duke might have a town in Dacia in the east, a village in the Caucasus in the far east, and a village in Nubia in the far south, but he himself was stationed in a small town in northern Gaul.

Although the nobility had the right to canonize titles, the granting of land was still up to the central government of the empire.

As a result, the barons in the Caucasus did not know what their superiors looked like all their lives, and the duke himself did not know what a certain earl looked like, and the earl's fief was not in Nubia.

In addition, the Senate pays attention to one principle for dividing the frontier aristocracy: stirring up.

For example, Capulet and Montague have a feud, and the generals who happened to be born in these two families are outstanding enough to give them knighthoods, so the relationship is good, in order to enhance the "friendship" between the two families, let them be neighbors.

"You have to get along well."

The people in the Senate threw a word and ran away, and then laughed at the two families to make a brainstorm. Since titles and realms are hereditary, hatred will be inherited along with the inheritance.

If there is really no contradiction, it can create a contradiction. The boundary between the two dukedoms can be drawn ambiguously, "The duke next door wants to cuckold our lord", "Our young master is not the lord's species, he looks like Uncle Wang and the duke next door" and other kinds of tea and dinner can be spread by the foot merchants, anyway, the story of the old king next door is popular with the people......

If the empire is doing this, it will be too difficult for the so-called big nobles to rebel. The marquis, earls, barons and other vassals under the duke are all 108,000 miles away, and the neighbors are either feuding or spying on their wives (river crabs) and their wives are controlled, and they rebel, honest wives and children are hot kang heads.

However, although this greatly reduced the risk of rebellion among the frontier nobles, it also made them extremely cheating against the barbarians. If there is a real fight, it will be all kinds of selling teammates without negotiation.

Fortunately, the barbarians were almost wiped out by the Empire's legions, and the remaining cats and dogs had become protectorates, and if there was no cataclysm or an invasion by the Burning Legion, the empire's frontier should be very stable.

The last type is the autonomous administrative kingdom, which has a status similar to that of a vassal. Unlike the protectorates, these kingdoms did not have their own official armies, and some of the armed forces were servant armies of the Imperial people stationed there. These countries had kings, but the empire also sent governors and archbishops to the region. The king had to get the nod of the governor or the archbishop before he could do anything. Even at coronation, the king's crown had to be worn by the governor or archbishop as a sign of imperial recognition of the local regime.

In short, it is to press the emperor on his head. The kings had to ask for instructions early and report late, and they had to send the governor or archbishop to the service. Otherwise, people will go to the Senate or the Holy See to read a copy of him, and in a few days the title of king will be removed.

However, beyond that, the Empire does not intervene in the internal affairs of the Autonomous Kingdom, and only allows the Autonomous Kingdom to provide military supplies for the Empire's garrison legions.

Vierce is one such self-governing kingdom, but it has not had a king for a long time, and the local tribes are fighting over who to elect as king.

Stonehenge is the temple and sanctuary of the Viers, and the place where the druids sacrificed and harvested the core. Although it had been conquered by the Empire and churches of the Holy See had been built in major cities, Druidism had not been banned.

The religions of this world are in some ways tolerant and bizarre, if not exclusive, and all religions allow believers to believe in other gods. Therefore, it is strange to see a believer who has just come out of the temple and rush to the purgatory demon temple next door, people are angels and demons believe in both.

The gods seem to be very pragmatic, and they want the Plane Stone, a strange ore in return for good weather, not some ethereal faith. Because of this, the Stonehenge were not destroyed in the war, and the druids were able to continue to dance here.

However, now, the largest Stonehenge in the south of Virze, the "Sinda Ring", has temporarily lost its religious effect and has been converted into a political venue, where the debate over who can be the king of Vierce takes place.

In Stonehenge, the firelight flickered, casting a huge shadow on the shadows. The tribal leaders quarreled endlessly, and their shadows were like giant beasts roaring at each other, waving their teeth and claws at each other, and not giving in.

"I elect Bourdicca, queen of the Ethini tribe. Catherine is king! Her husband is Gru, and although he died nine years ago, he is a recognized hero to us Britons! ”

A man with a beard on his face yelled, but there didn't seem to be any women present, and the candidate he was putting forward didn't seem to be there at all.

"! Boudica. Catherine is a native of Shadeland! The kingdom of Aceni is also in the Shade of Glond, and has nothing to do with us Viorz! Besides, his husband was a great man, a hero who could cast spells. But if the husband is great, the wife must be amazing? What! ”

"That's right! Vielses is a Vielsen! Foreigners, fuck off! ”

There was a chorus of shouts below, which seemed to be "patriotic". However, these people seem to have forgotten that the Imperial Governor is also a foreigner, and the Governor is firmly pressed on their heads. In those days, Vielsen was nothing more than a geographical term, and the Vielsens were nothing more than people who lived on a large peninsula called Vielse. They are the East Irlans, the Ardonians, the Argonians, the pure-blooded Sarmatians, the Red Dragons, the Naturalized Empire......

The Vielses are just a title that is only used when needed.

"What about the King of Gaunt in the southwest?"

"Hahaha! You're the "fancy" Jiongte of the son of the "drunkard" Gunter, we have long recognized you. Don't boast! Your dad is an alcoholic! I heard that he made the former archbishop sleep with his wife to become the lord of the southwest! ”

"Hahaha, drunkards want to be kings too! I heard that this year's archbishop is a, so what are you going to sell if you inherit your father's business?"

"Hahaha! Your dad didn't come this time, so maybe he will sell it instead of you! “

"Poofhahahahaha!"

Laughter and boos erupted, and the venue was filled with a joyful atmosphere for a while.

"You hillbillies! Bandit Chief! You're just a bunch of dead dogs wallowing in the mud! Your children will eat mud for all eternity! ”

The crown prince Jiongte cursed loudly and wanted to draw his sword threateningly. He seems to have forgotten that he is a hillbilly himself, and this is not his family's castle, so he can scold whoever he wants. How can the bosses of these tribes be messed with? He was pushed to the ground by several big men, punched a few times, and then thrown out of Stonehenge.

There is a similar plot in the back, but there are fewer cases of self-selling and boasting. Generally, the big guy tribe asks the horse boy tribe to promote themselves, and then the big guy tribe on the other side disagrees, so that their horse boys come out to lose the black history. What "your grandfather was born as a thief", "your father is not hygienic", "you can't even look at your wife, and you still want to be a king with a green head?" Truth and falsehood of black history are flying all over the sky.

In short, a group of clan leaders quarreled endlessly, but it was inconclusive.

"Since the candidate is not good, then why don't you choose it."

In the noise, a female voice came from far and near, although the voice was not loud, but it reached the hearts of people.

"Leke...... Ms. Lecker......"

The comers were not small, and all of them bowed in fear and saluted respectfully.

The woman wore a long silk dress that did not show a trace of flesh. But the silk as thin as the wings of a cicada faintly reveals some crimson colors that attract reverie......

It's best to half-cover and half-cover YY space, and the steamed buns are selling meat or something.

But even so, no one dared to raise their heads and covet her delicate body.

Ms. Leke came with graceful steps, a smile on her face. But what she brought was not the kindness of a spring breeze, but the majesty of a black cloud pressing down on the city.

She was a special staff member to Governor Vielse, and had a great deal of influence over the Governor. This time, she was entrusted by the Governor to deal with the selection of King Violse. However, dogfights tend to be disgusting rather than respectful, and there is another reason why Ms. Leck can subdue the big guys: she is a "hero".