Philip turned his gaze to the rostrum, and under the gaze of the scrutineer, the teller took out a small piece of paper from the first box, and said loudly under the gaze of everyone.

"Agreed!"

Philip's mood was a little excited, a good beginning.

"Against!"

The next ticket made Philip nervous again.

"Yes, yes, against, against, ......"

The ballots are constantly changing in a stalemate form, alternating between pros and cons, and it is difficult to distinguish for a while.

"In favor, one hundred and twenty-nine, against, one hundred and thirty-one, abstention, three votes ......" In order to more intuitively show the ratio of favor and against, the teller simply directly reported the number of votes for and against, except for these two types of votes, nothing was directly classified as an abstention that was not offended on both sides, after all, this is also a kind of parliamentarian right.

Just when everyone thought that the next one would either be in favor or abstention, the teller's voice suddenly quickened: "Against, one hundred and thirty-two! against, one hundred and thirty-three! against, one hundred and thirty-four...... One hundred and forty-three!"

Three hundred councillors. Ten requests for leave and three abstentions, which means that out of the remaining 287 votes, only 144 votes against will make the "Proposal for the Merger of Galia and Lobit" unable to pass!

One more and you can meet this condition!

On the rostrum, the speaker excitedly clenched the wooden hammer in his hand, and when the last ballot was sung, he knocked it down.

And offstage, Philip's center of gravity was tight first. Then he exhaled vigorously, and said to Adrian very fearlessly, "It seems that this proposal will not pass, but I still want to thank you for your great help." ”

Adrian patted his young partner, "There are still a long time to come, you have a chance, and how many people can come to the Imperial Assembly at the age of twenty and push through the laws by their own strength." ”

That's true, but Philip knows. This is Adrian comforting himself. He waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, ready to face the most difficult defeat.

"Yes, one hundred and thirty! One hundred and thirty-one! One hundred and thirty-two ...... Approve. One hundred ......"

The teller looked at the ballot in his hand in amazement, and then turned his head to look at the blackboard where the votes were counted, although eating this meal required the teller to have a good short-term memory. But he was still afraid that he would be mistaken.

looked at the paper in his hand, then at the ticket on the blackboard, and then at the paper in his hand, and then the teller said loudly: "Yes, one hundred and forty-three!"

In favor, one hundred and forty-three!

Against, one hundred and forty-three!

Later, there were more than a dozen votes and all of them were in favor!

"Gods, are you kidding us?" Philip cursed fiercely, his eyes fixed on the box in the teller's hand, if it weren't for the ban on magic in the council halls, Philip would have used his eagle eye to lock onto the voteller's hand holding the last ticket, to see if the last piece of paper represented heaven or hell.

All the councillors, like Philip, focused on the tellers, those who were old-eyed, those who were drowsy, and those who were thinking about what kind of bed position they would play with Xiaomi later, only focusing on one issue at this time.

It's a damn last ballot for or against!

It seemed that he felt this huge pressure, the teller's forehead was full of beads of sweat, and the hand holding the ticket was trembling, but he was just an ordinary person, but he had to be forced to look at this room full of politicians and generals like substance, and it was good if he didn't faint immediately.

In the midst of all the attention, the white and tender hand took the small piece of paper out of the box, put it in front of the teller's eyes, opened its mouth, and then ......

Stopped!

The teller opened his eyes like a bulging ping pong ball, took the ballot paper and quickly looked at the front and back, and after a long time, he said in a daze,

"Abstain!"

In favor, one hundred and three!

Against, one hundred and three!

Abstaining, four votes!

Flat!

There are as many against as there are for it!

This surprised everyone, whether it was the royalists or the Republicans, whether it was Philip or the Speaker, they were a little dumbfounded.

Someone turned around and looked at Philip at the back of the council hall, it was him, I don't know what method he used, instructed Adrian, Prince of the Blood Clan, to lobby Republican congressmen, and he succeeded, and even got the oldest and most stubborn Republican veteran legislators to vote in favor.

Such a miraculous political skill has begun to take on the demeanor of a brilliant politician, and people are full of confidence in the future of the heir to the whip of the royalist party, and perhaps, he is the leader of the next generation of royalist parties.

"I propose a new vote!" The cunning Republican Speaker was the first to react, using his authority to call loudly on the stage, and many congressmen who followed him also cheered.

"Yes, re-vote, the votes were equal just now, I can't decide!"

"Re-vote, re-vote!"

......

"I'm against it!"

At the back of the hall, Philip shouted.

Philip will never allow a re-vote, Adrian's favor can only be used once, and if there is a re-vote, those Republican congressmen will definitely re-stand on their own side and vote against, if so, Philip will definitely lose.

The Speaker yelled in exasperation, "What about the guards, bring the irrelevant people down!"

Seeing two soldiers in light armor walking towards Philip menacingly, as if trying to carry him away, Nicholas suddenly stood up from his seat, and the majestic voice of the Imperial Marshal made the guards subconsciously stop.

"Speaker Borg, according to the rules of the parliament, members of parliament can jointly ask specific representatives to speak on stage, and I am now inviting Philip Ross to speak as a specific representative of the Gallia and Lobit regions, who will second?"

The influence of the second person in the Royalist Party was huge, and as soon as the words fell, Dom beside him stood up and said loudly: "I, second!"

"I also second!" stood up from Charles, a young royalist MP who seemed to be guilty of not being able to occupy the podium today.

"I second!"

"I second!"

......

More and more voices sounded, and more and more members of parliament seconded Nicholas in the audience, like a forest where the trees want to be quiet but the wind does not stop! (To be continued......