The study room is ordinary, there are no rare antiques, no priceless collections, and three huge bookcases filled with all kinds of books. Some books were newer, and some had worn out the middle cover of the cardboard to prevent breakage. These books numbered in the hundreds, a small part of the old man's collection and the most read. The old man has been reading books all his life, and as long as he thinks it is valuable, he will read it carefully and leave detailed notes.

The old man graduated from a higher institution, excelled in character and learning, struggled all his life, had several ups and downs, and finally succeeded in becoming a councillor before retiring, a councillor of Turner City.

The parliamentarian thing is not a new thing, it has existed in the feudal imperial period, but the place where the parliamentarians worked at that time was called the "Imperial United Parliament", and the work on weekdays was often to deal with some disputes between nobles and commoners, as well as disputes between nobles and nobles, and occasionally involved in the formulation of national affairs, but many times the final result in this regard was the emperor's final say.

After the new party succeeded in overthrowing the old party to the ground, the functions and powers of the parliamentarians and parliament changed dramatically. Considering that the entire empire was actually taken by the royal family of the Shining Star Empire for many years, there have always been more or less resistance forces in the local area. Most of these people are nobles or privileged people of a certain dynasty, and they are not willing to become a commoner, an ordinary person, so they often make a little trouble.

At this time, the role of parliamentarians can be manifested, they are the mouthpiece for the grassroots to make demands on the top, and can transfer some reasonable grievances from the grassroots to the ears of the top, and then the top level can adjust the regional policy. At the same time, they are also the tentacles of the high-level to understand, grasp and control the localities, and cooperate with the high-level to assist the high-level to have the highest ruling power over the localities.

It seems that the councillor should be a service position, but the power of this office has unconsciously expanded indefinitely, so that the power of the councillor is not inferior to that of the mayor of a city, or even stronger. At a time when only a few people could afford to use the telegraph and the telephone was only a characteristic product of a few cities, this kind of uploading and delegating duties provided the legislators with great room and convenience for maneuvering.

In addition, when the Councillors now have the ability to set the rules of the game with the empire as the game map, the power is once again magnified.

The old man slowly walked to the rattan chair and sat down, leaning on the back of the chair tightly, and after a quick flash of pain on his face, he became indifferent again. It was his old problem, too much time in the garden, too much time to bend over, and a little pain when he straightened up. But strangely enough, he enjoyed the pain, even if it was only for a moment.

"Do you know what I'm going to hit you?", he pulled a pair of copper-rimmed eyes out of his chest pocket, pulled out a piece of leather or something like that, enough to buy a hundred or more eyes, and wiped the lenses. The two legs of the glasses were tied with two silver strings and hung around his neck, as many middle-class elderly people do.

Godol bowed his head and said nothing.

The old man in front of him looked no different from most old people, he liked to raise flowers and grass, he liked to waste his already small time taking care of those plants that couldn't even move, and he liked to bask in the sun by the window and read ...... books.

But he understood that behind this old man, on the other side where the sun would never shine, there was a different look, a frightening look.

The old man wiped his glasses for a while, then put them on the bridge of his nose, he held his chest slightly, lowered his head, rolled his eyes and glanced at Godol through the gap between his sockets and his glasses, "I know you don't understand, you are exactly the same as twenty years ago, stupid and incurable!"

Godor breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the old man say this, for he knew that at least he wouldn't have any major problems this time.

It's an old topic, and twenty years ago, Godor, who had just started working with the elderly, had a brief meeting with the old man. During this meeting, one of the people took out a gun and fired three shots at the old man, and blood flowed all over the ground, and it was not the old man who was shot, but Godol. That assassination of Godor almost brought him back to God, but he survived and seized the second most important opportunity of his life.

Later, in the hospital, the old man asked him why he came forward to shield him with his body, and whether he hoped to move him in this way and get some benefits from him. Godol replied with a smirk, "Because I'm stupid, I don't know what to do in that situation, so I can only use my body to block bullets for you."

The old man was not moved by his answer, and when he left, he turned his head and pointed to Godol, who was about to pull on the bed, and since then Godor has been in the underground world until today!

Time is like the biggest joke played by the gods and humans, always unconsciously running out of time, the years are like shuttling, yesterday is still in front of you.

"Someone is going to deal with you, so a trap has been set up for you. What does it mean when you can't find those three people?", the old man raised his eyes and looked at Godor again, and then angrily picked up a book and threw it over, "It means that those three people are either controlled or dead, you idiot! You really followed the advice of Plando and that Wood, you are really stupid to the point of incurability!"

The old man had spent his whole life in deceit, and when Godor told him everything, he knew that the fool had been fooled.

He soon fell silent, deep in thought, considering if there was some more far-reaching purpose behind this matter, such as ...... He!

It's not impossible, as one of the Old Party MPs, the situation in Canles is far less peaceful than one seems. There has been a constant battle between the new governor and the former governor. Don't look at the guy who is also an old man, who is paralyzed in bed and can't even sit up on his own, but most of the power in this state is still firmly in his hands.

The governor is the old party, the new governor is the new party, and the governor naturally will not let the power be firmly grasped by a paralyzed old man, so the two have already fought several times. With the next midterm elections approaching, and if the governor starts to cut the wings of the old party from the bottom up, then the old party in Canres will be in danger during the midterm elections.

So it is worth thinking about whether what happened to Godol this time was an isolated incident, or whether there were other goals.

No one will take the power in their hands lightly, and no one will do that.