News from outside kept coming into the halls of Congress, and after a short vote, the nobles finally reached a preliminary unification. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThey can't wait to go home and want to make sure their families are safe. There are manipulative reasons for this victory, and no one can guarantee that it will pass the vote again in the Imperial Diet, but at least it is a good start. The Empress of Pars was even planning to use her prerogatives at the last minute to force the passage of this proposal.

It's just that she never thought that this time it would be so smooth. Yes, it was smooth, ignoring the two twists and turns, it was a huge victory, and the aristocratic group did not have a clear banner to disagree, which made Empress Pars a little incredulous.

But that's just the way it is.

On the other hand, why use force when it is clear that it can be very civilized to achieve its goal? In fact, Twright is not the only one who is thinking about this problem, many people are thinking about this problem. It would be too insulting to say that the riots outside were spontaneous to be formed. No matter how Wren preaches the brutality and suddenness of the Balatan massacre and the Veneer massacre, one more important thing cannot be overlooked, that is, this is the imperial capital, not a remote countryside.

The people who lived in the imperial capital had been bathed in the imperial atmosphere for generations, and they felt that they were more noble than the commoners in the countryside, and they also understood the power and arrogance of the nobles. They will not unscrupulously storm the manors of the nobility, this must be a conflict instigated by someone with a heart. So why create such a conflict, and what benefits can it bring to the creators or those behind it?

All the means are the process of achieving the intended goal, so what is the goal of driving the insurrection?

Wren can answer that question, but he won't say it.

Hugo was now hidden in the midst of an angry crowd, and less than five steps in front of him, a block councillor in a formal suit and a badge was waving his arms and calling for everyone to calm down. The neighborhood councillor was sweating profusely, the buttons of his clothes were torn and a lot of dust had fallen. There were a few faint shoe prints on his trouser legs, and his shiny leather shoes had become dirty, and he could no longer pay attention to his decency. He loudly admonished the civilians living in his neighborhood to exercise restraint and calm down.

However, once the group mood erupts, it is definitely not something that can be suppressed by one person, which is also doomed to be useless in everything he does. He was bitter in his heart, and it was clear that victory was in sight, but such an incident broke out, which would inevitably affect his campaign. The entire imperial capital has a total of 121 blocks, which means that there are 121 block councilors. In the end, there will be a round of elections for whoever can represent the majority of the common people in the imperial capital and become the representative of the people to enter the imperial parliament.

Twright's speech gave them a good start, and the way of speech has become deeply rooted in the hearts of the common people, and it has become a potential trend to declare their political positions, tell everyone about their ideals and aspirations, and win the support of more people.

But what happened today shattered the dream of this neighborhood councilor. The aristocratic class would not accept a parliamentarian from a rioting neighborhood as a real councillor, and he kept announcing with a bitter face that everyone calmed down and restrained their impulses, but with little success. The anger that has exploded is by no means extinguished by words, and he has done his best.

Hugo got closer and closer to the block councillor with the crowd, and at the moment when the two passed by, the dagger that Hugo had gathered in his cuff and grabbed behind him suddenly appeared at the moment when he waved his arm, and instantly stabbed into the block councillor's chest, and after two stabs, he rushed forward with the crowd. All of the councillor's movements were fixed at the moment of the stabbing, and he lowered his head and looked at his chest, a viscous liquid coming out of the cloth pierced by the dagger.

The liquid exudes a faint heat and a fishy sweet smell. He reached out and touched it, the thick scarlet on his fingers made his brain empty instantly, and all his thoughts stopped. Suddenly a force came from behind him, pushing him forward, he lost his balance, and scrambled to grasp the weight of the body of the support column, but he could only grasp a loose garment. He slowly collapsed, clutching his chest, his breathing becoming more and more rapid.

A foot was on his face, his godless eyes were covered by a broken shoe, and the weight of his eyes ached excruciatingly.

He opened his mouth, blood slowly flowed out, and after coughing twice, his vision began to blur, and he gradually lost consciousness, and his legs twitched and he completely lost his movement.

It's all too normal to kill some people in a riot, and some may have noticed that the well-connected neighborhood councillor had fallen to the ground, but not many people helped him. There is a devil hidden in everyone's heart, and this devil tempts people to depravity.

Ah, lo and behold, that's a big man with a head and a face, and he's actually down here, should I help him?

No, I shouldn't help him, he's a big man, I'm a little guy, why should I help him?

This kind of thing happens all the time, and there are always some neighborhood councillors who are very prestigious, and who are highly respected in the neighborhood and even outside the block, fall. They died from all sorts of injuries, but each one managed to die in the end.

"We can't let uncontrolled people go into parliament as delegates, we need obedient people, not more independent parliamentarians with opinions. ”

This is what Wren said to Hugo a few days ago, he didn't say anything else, but Hugo deeply understood the meaning of Wren's words. The obedient stay, the disobedient cut off, it's that simple.

This inexplicable riot was quickly brought under control after the appearance of the First Guard, and subsequently subsided.

Thousands of people were wounded, the death toll was close to a hundred, and the royal family was furious, as were the nobles.

Empress Pars, the empress of the Orlando Empire, directly ordered Wren to ask the Ministry of State Security and the Imperial Capital Garrison to figure out the real cause of the riot. The civilians who were repatriated to their homes were not treated unfairly, and even began to return to work thanks to the passage of the latest "First Reform Proposal of the Imperial Diet" in Parliament.

The general strike lasted only a few days before it was quelled, and perhaps everyone's wishes and demands were fulfilled in the whole thing, which was a great thing for all.

Lo and behold, Empress Pars was given the opportunity to turn the tables in the Imperial Diet, and the nobles deliberated and found that the reform would not cause them any harm, but would be a good thing. The aspirations and demands of the people were taken seriously and affirmed by the rulers. There wasn't a single loser in the whole thing, and it seemed like everyone had won. Of course, this will have to remove the dead neighborhood councilors, as well as another group of terrified neighborhood councilors.

The Ministry of State Security has once again come to the forefront, but within the Ministry of State Security, it has ushered in the first change of power and ...... Eliminate.

Execution Chamber No. 1 is always a special room reserved for big people or important witnesses, and Bethel is not the first time to be here, but it is the first time that he has been held here as a prisoner.

He was not tortured, and no one dared to torture the minister without Wren's consent.

In the room, which was as bright as ever, Bethel sat at the edge of the table, and on the other side of the table sat Wren.

Wren took the teapot and poured a cup of green tea for Bethel, and a faint fragrance filled the room, calming people in the fragrance.

"The environment here is actually very good, very quiet, and there is no complicated business. Bethel held the teacup with a soothing expression, he did not expect that his conversation with the other two had been overheard by Nietzsche, and Nietzsche even dared to arrest him and throw him here without Wren's approval. "I was contacted by the people of Nengalael, they wanted to buy me, I did not agree, and I did not betray you. Bethel was calm as if he hadn't done anything.

Wren smiled and took a sip of tea, the sound of sipping water echoing through the empty room. He put the teacup down and rubbed the brass ring on his middle finger, "But what I heard is not what you said. ”

Bethel regretted it very much at this time, why he dared to betray ...... No, it should be said that he parted ways with Rennes because, in his opinion, the final result of Rennes' recent series of moves will be a loss. He knew what Wren was doing, Wren wanted to push for parliamentary reform, wanted to penetrate his tentacles into the highest political arena of the Reichs, and even whimsically wanted to manipulate the Reichstag! This was simply playing with fire, and it was doomed to failure.

The nobles would not agree to dilute the power in their hands, and if Wren's plan failed and was exposed, they would inevitably be wrathed by the nobles. Bethel didn't need to do anything, just a gentle push to send Wren out of here.

Power is a good thing, more satisfying than wealth and sex.

Bethel wanted to take charge of this new special department on his own, and it all started with a hand-to-hand fight between the hateful woman and him.

Yes, his titular wife touched him, planted a seed in his heart, and quickly took root and sprouted. He couldn't wait, because he knew that the longer he waited, the less likely he was to get his hands on the department. A large number of Ortlenburgers have entered this department, and they will become Rennes' staunchest supporters, and once the situation stabilizes, he will no longer be able to kick Rennes on his own.

Prompted by a variety of factors, he did a stupid thing, and what was even more stupid was that those nobles outside actually passed the plan, which was simply stupid!

How could they possibly listen to Wren's lies?

Don't they know what Wren wants to do?

Maybe those people out there really don't know, and he doesn't know the real truth.