"I'm against it!"

Looking at the room of people, a nobleman's face was gloomy as water, and he slowly stood up, his unruly eyes constantly scanning back and forth at the noble colleagues who were sitting or standing in the room. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Just now, the Marquis of Pilagos made a list of twelve people to participate in the selection of members of the Imperial Diet, and he was not among them.

Pilagos's face was a little less pretty, his brows furrowed, and he moved his ass a few times to sit up straighter, the angry fire in his eyes almost igniting the air. How could he not have seen that this guy was so impulsive and irrational before? If he had come to him privately, Pilagos might have adjusted the list, or appeased him as much as possible, at a small price. But he actually refuted his proposal in front of so many people, which made it difficult for Pilagos to step down.

Holding back the leaping flames in his heart, enduring the violent fluctuations of emotions, his lips trembled a few times, and a sentence was squeezed out of his lips and teeth, "What are you against? Why are you opposed?", was swept away, Piragos's attitude was naturally not as gentle as usual, and his tone involuntarily brought anger, and he refuted it with the word "why" as a counterattack. He raised his head slightly, and Sen Ran's eyes were full of murderous intent.

He is the leader of the aristocratic group, the hereditary marquis of the empire, and holds the power of life and death of many people. For many years, no one dared to slap the table and stare at him like this, which made him feel a sense of anger at being humiliated.

The man who spoke sneered and crossed his eyebrows, and did not flinch in the slightest to meet Pilagos's gaze, he stretched out his finger and tapped his chest, "I want to ask Your Excellency the Marquis, why I was not selected for this list?", as he spoke, he looked at the other people in the room, there were almost sixty people gathered in the room, and their eyes all changed subtly with Badern's words. This time, there will be no one, but two at most, as in the previous ones, but a full twelve.

In the past, when there was a selection of deputies to fill the seats, because the number of seats was too small, it was often Pilagos who chose the most prestigious or the most capable person from this group, and there was no complaint about this. After all, as long as you compare, you can distinguish the superior and inferior, and there is nothing to be verbose. But this time it was different, there were 12 seats, and although not all of the people on the submitted list were successfully elected to become councillors, it was an opportunity.

No one will have too many opportunities, opportunities are like the key to open the door of the treasure, there may not be any treasure in the door of the treasure room, but if there is no key, then there is no qualification to even take a look.

Except for four or five candidates in the list of 12 people, there are no objections, and there are some objections to the other candidates.

The selfishness in the bones of human nature always makes people ignore their own shortcomings and magnify their strengths, and after this list comes out, everyone will compare themselves with everyone on the list. This kind of comparison does not necessarily mean that there is any action, it is just a simple comparison, a kind of positioning for oneself, and one's own affirmation of oneself.

Badern was one of them, and when he compared the candidates on the list, he suddenly found that there were seven people in the noble group whose prestige and contribution were not as good as his own, and he couldn't help but explode. He had a feeling of betrayal, as if he had been betrayed, abandoned, and betrayed by these people!

He didn't have the slightest fear in the face of Pilagos's gaze, but said loudly and confidently: "In the three hundred and fifty-first years of the empire, the Marquis wants to form the De Coschman Chamber of Commerce, and wants me to contribute the iron and copper mines on my fiefdom, do I hesitate for even a second? In the three hundred and sixty years of the Empire, the Marquis said that we should build a transatlantic trading fleet, and I did not hesitate to bear the cost of the construction of three transport ships, without asking you or anyone else for a single gold coin. In the three hundred and sixty-sixth year of the empire, Tumulun was in turmoil, and it was clear that I could rush to suppress it in just three days, and you want me to give up this opportunity and give it to others, have I said a word?"

Bardern's voice grew louder and louder, and some people's eyes became more and more wrong. This guy has a high reputation, loves to make friends, doesn't care about gains and losses, but his temper is not very good. He did make a lot of contributions to this group, and everyone may not pay attention to it in normal times, but when he said it one by one, people realized that Badern had indeed given too much and received no benefit. The aristocracy came together to form an aristocratic group, first to resist the hard-line royal family and later to grab profits.

In the end, the ultimate goal is for yourself.

However, Badern's contribution and return are not proportional, and the contribution of several people on the list this time to the group is far less than Badern's contribution to the group. Those people made the list, but he didn't make it. If it was something else, Bardern might swallow his anger or laugh it off, but the title of Member of the Imperial Diet is too important. Becoming a member of the Imperial Diet is equivalent to entering the decision-making level of the country, which is a huge improvement in status.

He can give up everything else, but in this matter, he must not give in.

Pilagos's pupils constricted slightly, and he also felt a little tricky at this time, and his will was in the driver's seat in the drawing up of the list. But he can't be blamed for this, people have instincts in addition to wisdom. Instinctively, Pilagos liked them, and as the leader of the aristocratic group, he had the right to act according to his own preferences. And he doesn't think that the few people he chooses can really be elected to the parliament and get seats, they are more of a companion and earn qualifications.

But he didn't expect that because of this incident, Bardeen actually fired at him in public.

He pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, scanning the nobles in the room, the atmosphere gradually became tense, he slowly spoke, every word and every syllable was bitten very clearly, "Count Bardern, although you transferred the mines in your fiefdom at a low price, in the De Coschmann Chamber of Commerce, you occupy the seventh share, and the dividends and future prospects you have received over the years far exceed your efforts. ”

He smiled contemptuously, raised his hand and stretched out a finger, and nodded, "In cross-sea trade, the profits earned by your merchant ships for you far exceed the cost of building your ships, and at least thirty thousand gold coins of dividends flow into your wallet every year. ”

"After the end of the Tumulun Rebellion, your fiefdom was enlarged by nearly half of its original size, and this half of the fief was transferred by someone you said. ”

Pilagos suddenly got up and looked at Bardern condescendingly, his eyes were cold and terrible, "This is your grievance?", he sneered a few times, "Do you still think that the benefits you have obtained cannot make up for your losses? Do you still think that you can stand here and question my decision?"

Bardeen chuckled twice, and he asked rhetorically: "Your Excellency the Marquis of Pilagos, aren't we standing here just to fight for more benefits? Is it wrong for me to fight for the interests that should belong to me? He walked not far from Pilagos and looked up at Queglas, "Isn't this the reason for our existence? The choice of members of the Imperial Diet should not be decided by you, or me, or any one or several people, but by everyone here!"

The quiet nobles continued to be quiet, but their eyes and expressions were constantly changing. It is true that Pilagos ruled the aristocracy for many years, and the aristocracy did flourish. But at the same time, there were many contradictions within the aristocratic group. No matter how clever Pilagos is, he can't be completely sane. He also has his own preferences and pursuits, which has led to the formation of many small groups within the aristocratic group.

In fact, the contradiction has been hidden under the fruits of the victory of constantly grabbing benefits, and when it comes to the need to face a deeper temptation, the long-accumulated contradiction finally breaks out!

One last glance at Pilagos, Bardern turned and walked towards the door, and several nobles eventually got up and left with him. Since there is a disagreement over the best interests, a rupture is inevitable. If Pilagos could not compromise, the departure of these men would be permanent. No amount of reward can compare to the temptation of being a councillor to these people.

And Pilagos couldn't compromise, and if he compromised, he lost his authority. Authority is a really interesting thing, and it can take a lot of tribulation and time to develop authority, but to destroy authority, just a trivial thing is enough.

Watching the group leave, Pilagos sat down again, his chest heaving violently, a stain on his life. The closed eyes slowly opened, and the previous calm was restored. He glanced at the broken crystal fragments on the ground, and ordered someone to clean them up before revealing a smile, "Now, does anyone still have any objections to this list?"

Silence, once again consolidating his authority, he nodded with satisfaction, "Whoever eventually becomes a councillor will ultimately benefit our collective, and in essence, there should be no conflict." We should all be here, under one roof, and we should be united. Any individual contradictions should be put aside, and as long as there are no problems in the collective, individual problems will be resolved. ”

"How can a big tree keep its branches flourishing without its roots to transport nutrients?"