"According to the information provided by the Ministry of State Security, there are now three non-governmental organizations similar to the Self-Rescue Association in Nawu Lechen, namely the 'Golden Wheat Ears Club', the 'Scarecrow Alliance', and the 'Barn Light'. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The purpose of forming these three spontaneous organizations was not to confront the Empire, but to use the power of the collective to make the Empire hear their voices and demands. ”

Perhaps this was one of the motivations and reasons for the Count of Twright's initial speech, and it was precisely because he was now the governor of Na Ulchen that he had a better understanding of what the people needed and how to avoid sharp contradictions. ”

"The Self-Salvation Society was the first organization to dare to fight against the Empire's rule by force, but it will definitely not be the last, the Self-Salvation Society has played a bad guiding role, but it has also awakened us. If we repeatedly and deliberately ignore the demands of the common class, it is not difficult to imagine that we will eventually come to the opposite side of this horrific class of tens of millions of people. Hannibal, the great philosopher of the Holy Empire, once said that the mind is an unquenchable flame that, once ignited, can only be watched as the flame burns down all buildings. ”

"Today, I would like to borrow the words of the Sage Hannibal to advise all the nobles that the Desi have awakened to a certain dangerous thought, and before this thought becomes a flame, we can no longer go our own way while we can still extinguish this flame, or use this flame, otherwise it will not bring us glory, but destruction!"

Tria sat down and the entire hall of Congress fell silent, his words acting as a catalyst. The people who can sit here are all old political fritters who have survived the storm in the political core. Using such an adjective may be an insult to them, but it is definitely not an insult, but a compliment. Their vast political experience is what makes them the basis of the old fritters, and they can easily understand what Tria is saying in real terms.

The fact that such class organizations are constantly emerging throughout the country is a very dangerous sign. Civilians are no longer willing to be ruthlessly manipulated by the aristocratic group like a puppet, and they want to get rid of the situation of ** control, so that there will be an organization like the Self-Help Association, and there will be confrontation and confrontation.

Today, in the streets outside the Congress hall, people are marching, on strike, either spontaneously or incited. But for whatever purpose, the fundamental reason is that they need a window to talk to the rulers and give the class some political power. The aristocracy can ignore them, they can suppress them, and one day, they will stand up and rebel, and when that day will not only be shed by the plebeian class, but also by the noble class.

The look of satisfaction in Ganwen's eyes flashed, the choice chosen by Empress Pars was very good, clearly organized, analyzed the benefits and disadvantages very thoroughly, and directly put the advantages and disadvantages on the table for people to choose for themselves. He coughed lightly and nodded solemnly, "I was very shocked by Baron Tria's speech, when there is some kind of innovation in history, it means that change is coming. I've been thinking about what Count Twright has said these days, and I'm inspired by it......"

Isaac tilted his head, looked at Ganwen sneeringly, and said to Pilagos beside him, "Look, the smart man has finally spoken, this bastard must have discussed it with the little bastard behind him before the meeting." Believe it or not, Empress Pars will speak later. ”

The corners of Pilagos's mouth twitched, and he hummed noncommittally, he also saw that the agenda and process of this Congress were a little strange, and the whole process was like what these golden aristocrats on the stage, who claimed to be the real rulers, were waiting for something. It wasn't until Tria stood up that he came to his senses. I'm afraid that the entire group of gold aristocrats has already had a belly case, and the so-called issue is nothing more than a formality. The deep disdain for the royal family made Pilagos look down on such behavior, and it was disgusting to want to be a skilled woman, but she still wanted to put a fig leaf on herself, pretending to be as pure as a saint.

The small movements of the two people around Nengalel did not pay attention, anyway, no matter whether the Empress of Pars wanted to hit the board or something, it was impossible to cut him first, and there were two tall men in front of him.

There are not a few nobles who have woken up, these people are basically human spirits, and they know what is going to happen next as soon as Tria opens their mouths. In an instant, everyone's brain spun at high speed, and the brains spun and flew out of their nostrils.

"Since the matter was initiated by Count Twright's speech and the civil rights representatives, why don't we listen to the opinions of the Count Twright and the civil rights representatives?", Gampon looked back at Empress Pars, who nodded very reservedly, looking ahead with an expressionless face, but there was no focus in her eyes.

Before she spoke, she was a mascot!

The door outside the hall of the parliament suddenly opened, and a group of expressionless and murderous samurai rushed out of the door, and the "fighters" holding banners on the street suddenly showed their shocked faces. Some of them crowded to the front, puffing out their chests to protect Twright behind them. There are also some people who quietly retreat into the crowd and gradually disappear from sight. The shouting calmed down briefly, and a man in his thirties standing at the front of the group, dressed in sackcloth, gave a sense of anger at a glance.

He puffed up his chest to stand at the front of the crowd, glaring angrily at the warriors, and although he did not speak, did not utter a single syllable, there was an aura that made him taller than everyone else at this moment.

There was a person walking out of the gate, smiling contemptuously, raising his head slightly, not squinting, and there were no such civilians in his eyes. He cleared his throat, his eyes moving from country to country, and the arrogant look tickled his heart, wanting to punch him in the nose as he looked at the sky.

"Your Majesty has summoned, you send three representatives in, and the nobles have asked you. Saying that, he suddenly changed his face, lowered his head and hooked his waist, walked to the crowd, frowned slightly, pushed aside the crowd and stood on the side of the carriage, and said with a low brow: "Your Excellency, Your Majesty the Empress has invited you in, and now we are discussing the matter of the councillors." He leaned closer to the carriage and whispered, "It is possible that what you wish for will be realized." ”

Twright nodded, a smile on his tense face, and he slowly rose from the carriage, raising his hands and pressing them down. The streets outside the Imperial Reichstag Hall fell silent, and Twright, who had been hailed as a spiritual leader by civil rights fighters, held a pivotal position in the eyes of these people. Of course, to put it bluntly, tall people can help them carry the sky, except for a small group of people who really want to do something for the common people, the most are speculators.

"We're going to do what we have to do now, no matter how it ends, at least we've tried. I hope you will wait calmly and accept all the results, good or bad. He took a deep breath, got out of the carriage, and walked into the hall of Congress with the three elected deputies. The heavy door slowly closes, the expectant gaze is cut off, and the tormented wait ensues.

As Twright stood outside the last door leading to the Congress Hall through the hallway and the preparatory room, he shook hands with each of the three delegates, patted them on the shoulders, and looked enthusiastic and determined, "Remember your ideals, and don't be swayed by others." After speaking, he smiled slightly and took the first step into the door.

The noisy hall fell silent for a moment, and the complication, sarcasm, or mocking gaze of Twright filled him with emotion, and he glanced at Wren and Queen Pars, and then walked to the temporarily prepared seat. Compared with Twright's calm and calm, the three plebeian representatives were a little restrained, and their nervous expressions drew bursts of laughter, and the nobles looked at them as if they were clowns. The three of them blushed, and sat down on the chair beside Twright at a loss, their minds blank, their ears buzzing, and their consciousness seemed to have left their bodies, completely overwhelmed.

Where have they seen so many nobles? Many of them may have only heard of it in rumors, these hundreds of nobles have simply subverted their world view, it turns out that there are so many noble lords living in the imperial capital? But how do they know that the nobles who appear here are less than one-third of the resident nobles in the imperial capital, and there should be many nobles who do not have the right to enter this hall.

Gamwen glanced at Twright, struck the golden bell with a small golden hammer, "Silence!", with a suppressed voice, the duke's authority and momentum were fully displayed, even if Isaac raised his nose and eyes at Ganwen, he also closed his grinning mouth.

"Count Twright!", Gan Wen looked at Twright, his eyes hiding a deep fluctuation, "We were just discussing the impact and damage caused by the strike outside, and we also discussed the report and application submitted by you and the Consultative Bureau, as one of the main messengers to promote this series, do you think we should let other classes enter the Imperial Council to influence the national policy?"

Twright, who had just sat down, stood up again, and saluted all the nobles present, whether they were on opposing sides or not, and the nobles' upbringing and demeanor made it necessary for him to do so. Respect all those who deserve your respect, whether they are enemies or your friends.

Finally, Twright turned and bowed to the seven golden nobles in the highest seat, and the higher and only Empress Pars.

He met Ganwen's gaze, paused for a moment, and then looked at the nobles present, and he said in the firmest voice, "I think it is necessary!"