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In the same way, as the de facto ruler of a country, the Orlando family does not want any other family to surpass them in strength. Regardless of whether the family has the prime minister of the empire or the marshal of the empire, they must be weaker than the Orlando family. Only in this way can the Orlando family rule be long and not die in it. Benevolence never exists in the dictionary of rulers, because mercy does not guarantee their rule, much less their safety.

Wren, the last lineage heir of the Arcanian family, originally left him in Ortlenburg with the intention of leaving him to fend for himself. Or more of a self-generated, more want to eliminate the existence of a golden bloodline. At the beginning of the Orlando Empire, there were a total of twelve golden nobles, and Orlando I promised to govern the country with them, all of whom were brothers and relatives of each other.

In less than three hundred and eighty years, this nonsense has successfully made the four golden families become an inconspicuous small wave in history, and maybe it won't even be a wave in a few years.

Of course, we can't just look at this from one angle, if we look at it from another angle, in fact, the Orlando family has done nothing wrong. The fledgling state needed these golden nobles, whose strength was on a par with the royal family, to suppress the local and ensure local sovereignty and the rule of the golden nobles. But after such a period of time, there is no longer the possibility of division in the entire empire anytime and anywhere, and these golden nobles who have become big have become a thorn in the heart and a thorn in the side of the ruler.

Society is bound to progress. After summarizing the reasons for the collapse of the Holy Empire, the Orlando family began the journey of centralization, and these golden nobles, who were too large, became the first monolith on the road to centralization. Some people know current affairs, and some people don't. Those who know the current affairs have become the prime ministers of the empire and the marshal of the empire, while those who do not know the current affairs have become the dust of history.

Wren, a small grain of sand that should have been dust, gradually grew into a boulder, which the Empress of Pars would never want to see. In particular, Wren's methods and stratagems made Empress Pars deeply jealous, a person who would do whatever it took to gain power and pursue his goals without the slightest emotion and without wavering, and who did everything he could, and his reason was terrible.

That night, when Wren told Empress Pars that he was going to use the hatred of the rebel family to provoke the rebels to slaughter the city, forcing the entire city of Millin to rebel against the rebels, Pars was intimidated by Wren's plan. She is a woman after all, even if she is an emperor, even if she should not have too much sensuality. When Wren lightly used the deaths of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people as a means, Pars really had a trace of fear in his heart.

This is a madman, a madman who will do whatever it takes to get his ends, and human life or anything else is nothing more than a symbolic bargaining chip in his eyes. Each chip is used as a means to force the opponent to hold on at the table and then perish.

From that night on, Her Majesty Queen Pars was furious at her father's choice. How can such a person be thrown into a place like Ortlenburg and allowed to exercise his abilities freely without supervision? Such a person should be chained, locked on the steps outside the palace gate, and kept to be stared at twenty-four hours a day, not allowed to say a word, not allowed to make any movement, and turn him into a statue!

The Imperial Prime Minister obviously understood Her Majesty the Empress Pars's thoughts, and he nodded slightly and said, "You are very right, Wren's power in Bell Province has reached its peak. Ortlenburg, in particular, whose personal prestige had completely overridden the will of the Empire, was even willing to die for him by the vulgar peasants. It's too dangerous to leave him outside, it's time to put a shackle on him. ”

The two glanced at each other, and had already exchanged thoughts in their hearts, "But I think in the current situation, let him stay in that place for a while longer, let him deal with the affairs of the black barbarians in the Salmei Mountains first, and by the way, let him arrange the affairs of the Tiberium spar vein, and then mobilize him." ”

"You're right!", Empress Pars slowly walked to the steps outside the main hall, "just let them eat the dog first, Wren is an unstable factor, but he is also a sharp blade. ”

An unmined vein of Tiberium spar completely ignited the frenzy in the imperial capital at the end of July, and both commoners and nobles were discussing the matter.

If the magic pedestal made by the magicians who are wrong is the mother of industry, then the Tiberium hedron is the man behind the mother of industry. Tiberium hedron has been thoroughly integrated into people's lives, illuminating the world, a seventh-level magic pedestal for smelting steel, and a levitation technique for large instruments, ....... What is invisible on weekdays affects people's lives all the time.

What's even more crazy is the reserves of this vein, which is said to have no need to consider depletion in five hundred years, completely solving all the worries of the empire. Even the Imperial Research Institute, which is usually not very vocal, has also come forward to issue a statement, believing that the Imperial Capital Research Institute should also occupy at least five percent of the mining process of this vein for various research that has lagged behind or stopped.

The Imperial Parliament continued to increase, and the aristocratic parliamentarians belonging to different camps staged an all-out military exercise in the Imperial Diet Chamber, and were constantly forced to stop the meeting process because of these parliamentarians' "gathering crowds to fight".

After the Privy Council, the Imperial Council, the Council of Elders and other important organs of the Empire and their representatives, it was finally agreed that a result was satisfactory to everyone.

In the province of Bell, the "Assaidi" vein - Assidi means stars in the Desi language, and it is believed that this rich mine is a gift from God to the Desi people, and it is a gift from the stars to the mainland, so it is named Assaidi. Thirty percent of the output of this vein went to the royal family, five percent to each of the gold nobles, and three percent of the remaining thirty-five percent to the Imperial Academy to speed up the project's research and development.

Twelve percent was given to De Koschmann, which was actually allocated to the aristocratic group behind De Koschmann. Seven percent of the remaining ten percent went to other aristocratic groups and nobles.

On the surface, everyone said that this division was unfair, but in fact they were satisfied.

Pars, as the royal family of the Orlando Empire, must get the largest share, and the golden nobles can get five percent each, which is already ranked second, after all, it is five percent of each family. The Imperial Research Institute made a few verbal cannons, and some archmages and even sages personally went into hand-to-hand combat, and they were also satisfied with three percent, after all, it was better than nothing. De Koschmann got 12 percent, which is already beyond their bottom line of 10 percent, and it can be regarded as earned.

As for the other nobles, they didn't have their share of these things, but in the end they also got some, although not much, and it was better to have something than nothing.

So everyone was very satisfied and happy, and even the date of the excavation was arranged.

But they overlooked another thing - as the uncrowned king of the province of Bell, Wren was represented, he was satisfied or not, and the people chose to forget.

When the decision to assign was finally finalized and sent to Wren's desk, Wren tore the file to shreds with a cold face.

"I don't agree!", Wren threw the shards into the brazier and burned them all, "I want at least ten percent, one less, and everyone doesn't want to dig out the ground." In other places, I may not be in charge, but in Bell Province, I have the final say!", he looked at Richard, "Send an official letter to the Imperial Capital, I refuse to allow them to mine any mineral veins belonging to Bell Province, according to the Imperial Territory Canonization Act, the resources in the territory belong to the nobles to whom the territory belongs, this is the sacred power granted to the nobles by the Constitution!"

Richard wiped the beads of sweat from his head, the weather was so hot, it was like hell for a fat man. He was wearing enough light shorts that just covered his knees, a light short-sleeved shirt that showed his navel, but the sweat was still squeezing out of his pores, making him look as if he had just crawled out of the water.

"Lord City, the problem is that the land is between Xiliu City and Winier, and it is not easy for us to define which side that land belongs to, I am afraid that the Imperial Capital will not listen to your defense. Richard was already careful with his words, and in fact it was.

Wren sneered, "Idiot, do you know why you couldn't get promoted after working in Ortrenburg for so long? Wren stood up and paced back and forth a few steps, "The mine starts digging from the territory of Veneil, and wherever it is, the vein belongs to Veneer, to Ortlenburg, to me!"

Richard's mouth opened wide, and there was only one person he had seen in such a shameless life, and that was the adult in front of him. Xiliu City was burned to the ruins by Bowen's fire, and it can no longer be considered. If, according to Wren, the excavation of the mine began on the territory of Veneer, at least a dozen kilometers of work in it would be completely redundant.......

However, after thinking about it, Richard still decided to issue an article to the imperial capital according to what Wren said, anyway, he is not Wren, nor is he a nobleman, just a small official, an insignificant official. (To be continued.) )