Today is the day of the regular meeting of the Imperial Council, which has lasted for more than 200 years, and except for a few faint kings who do not care about fame at all, the meeting held every seven days is one of the most important political affairs in this kingdom. Obviously, His Majesty King Maheth is a wise monarch, so whether they want to or not, the royal ministers should get up early on this day, after all, it is very embarrassing for the nobles to lose their honor in front of the king.

A modest carriage came to a steady halt in front of the steps of the Oak Palace, the coachman opened the door, and Rogett stepped out of it. The slightly cold weather made him a little uncomfortable, and after whispering a few words to the old butler, the carriage slowly left here.

Rogette didn't move immediately, his eyes went up the steps, looking at the white palace at the apex. He just stared at it, with a somewhat inexplicable playfulness on his face.

"What are you looking at, my lord?" a hoarse voice sounded behind Rogget.

The Minister of Civil Affairs' face changed, as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly. But when he turned around, he couldn't have warmer smiles. "Good morning, Treasurer. ”

He was greeted by a stocky man with his mountain-like body propped up his coat exaggeratedly like a small moving tent. His short, thick fingers were covered with gold rings set with huge gems, and his wealth was displayed at all times. The round head has a pair of small black eyes, and his gaze is very alert and alert. Perhaps because of his long-term pampering, he looks much younger than his age, and he is Colin Lawrence, the current Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Unlike other nobles of noble blood, Colin Lawrence was nothing more than the illegitimate son of a declining aristocracy. But it took him more than twenty years to become the Earl of White Oak from an inconspicuous baron, and he stood out from countless military treasurers to serve as the kingdom's chancellor. His fortune is spread across the kingdom of Orem, and his experience is nothing short of miraculous.

But because of his humble background and nouveau riche behavior, many nobles did not regard him as "their own person", and even gave him the nickname "Imperial Bun". For these things, though, it seems that Colin doesn't care.

"Oh, good morning, dear Lord Rogett. Colin rubbed his chubby palms, "Hey, this damn weather, it's already spring, and it's still so cold." ”

Rogett looked Roshan up and down in front of him, and said with a little sarcasm: "Yes, I thought you would be better, but it seems that I want to go wrong." ”

Colin laughed twice, seemingly aggrieved. "Then what can be done, who makes the capital hot and cold? No wonder the sky has changed. ”

"So you have some point. Rogett's eyes wandered a little, and he said quite approvingly.

"Which side are you going to be on, my dear lordship. Colin glanced at the Oak Palace, then spread his palms as if he couldn't make a choice.

Rogett's eyes narrowed, but his voice was unusually firm. "Please don't question my loyalty, my lord. Where His Majesty the King stands, there is the place where I swear to follow. ”

"Hahaha......" Colin laughed suddenly exaggeratedly, the stack of fat shaking with his body, as if he had heard something very interesting, "Oh, please forgive my faux pas, it turns out that pimps have loyalty at all." ”

The Minister of Civil Affairs' face was gloomy, and his cold eyes were staring at Roshan in front of him, as if in the next second, he would cut the throat of the other party with a dagger. But, as if the shower had disappeared in an instant, Roggett smiled, revealing his white teeth. "You're right, my lord, just as Scrooge had a conscience. ”

Colin had laughed enough, and he took a few deep breaths, calming his round face, which was a little flushed from excitement. Then he said a little boringly, "I like your sincere hypocrisy, Rogget. If you die after today, trust me, I'll put a bouquet of flowers I picked myself at your grave. ”

Rogett kneaded his golden mustache. "You won't be able to wait for that day in your lifetime, my lord. ”

Just as the two men pondered whether to continue their routine mutual sarcasm, an old voice interjected. "What are the two adults talking about, so happy?"

Almost at the same time, the two men bowed together and said, "Good morning, Prime Minister." ”

"Oh, good morning, good morning...... the owner of the voice was an old man in his sixties, who walked very slowly, and his somewhat cloudy eyes seemed to be empty and unfocused.

Speaking of this Montoë Lacanis, the aristocratic circles of Oak City are more accustomed to calling him "Transparent Prime Minister". The reason is simple: since he became the former prime minister, silence has been his usual attitude. So much so that to date, he had not even issued a single decree, let alone snoring at the Imperial Council as he grew older. This affair was once a joke in aristocratic circles, of course, it was absolutely not daring to laugh at it in person.

It is also said that it is because His Majesty King Mahes, with his superb statecraft, does not need the existence of the former prime minister at all, but this does not seem to be enough to explain the fact that the "transparent prime minister" is so mediocre. Well, at least he never lacked symbolic respect.

"Let's go, two lords, it's a very rude thing to be late for the Imperial Council......" the old man muttered as he walked past them and walked up the steps to himself.

"Yes, sir. You walk slowly, be careful. The two looked at each other, and smiles of different styles but same meanings flashed across their faces. Then he followed the old man and walked up without the slightest transgression.

Located to the left of the Oak Palace Monarch's Chamber, the original Imperial Council was held in the Monarch's Chamber, but this tradition was finally changed with the advice of successive Imperial Ministers. After all, no one wants to stand for half a day in a meeting, and it's not appropriate to have a chair in the King's Room. So the benevolent King Olem finally opened a hut on the wall to the left of the King's Chamber, which served as a place for the usual royal councils. If it coincides with a major resolution, it will be held in the King's Chamber.

When the three Rogetts arrived at the council chamber, most of the other Imperial Ministers had arrived, such as the 'Imperial Clerk' Victor Gunther, the 'Minister of Justice' Gassula Mantlian, and the 'Chief Historian' Corno Yuyer. They saw Prime Minister Montoët enter the chamber, salute and return to their seats.

The council chamber was quiet, and Rogett glanced around and found the three chairs on the other side of the long table empty, and suddenly felt a little bored.

"The Sardinia War is over, and I heard that that guy Tandra pulled the legion to Sardinia City to rest and forbade anyone to leave," Gasula broke his silence first, although he was the Minister of Justice, but in fact he played the role of the spokesman of the noble group of the Olem Kingdom many times, "It doesn't seem to be a good idea, my lords." ”

Colin glanced at Gasula quickly with his small eyes, then twisted his broad frame, never seeming to find a comfortable position. "Conformity or non-conformity is secondary, for the sake of the Lord God, tens of thousands of people eat, drink and lazar, plus a smashed sardinia. Hey, can anyone help me, what about this year's taxes?" he apparently didn't want to discuss too much about the legion's detention in Sardinia City.

"Oh, I hope Lord Sirian doesn't hurt too much," said Gasula, a little sadly, "and it's a little worrying that he's turned down everyone's visits." ”

Rogett played with the dagger in his hand and leaned lazily back in his chair. "The Duke would be glad to know that you care so much about him. But ah, Sardinia is far away from us, think about yourself, who knows what tomorrow will bring?"

The air around them was a little stagnant, and everyone seemed to be preoccupied and somewhat absent-mindedly thinking about something.

"I don't know what tomorrow will look like, but it's a big day. At the end of the Third Sardinia War, I was able to write this great history myself! Praise the Lord God, even if I were to die tomorrow, I would have no complaints. Corno pushed his glasses stuck on the bridge of his nose and dipped his index finger in saliva as he flipped through a large book he had written about the history of the kingdom of Orem. For historians, ordinary days are always the most annoying thing for them, and only writing down the magnificent waves that have happened by hand is their greatest pursuit.

"In the name of Somu, the Lord God of Order, long live the kingdom of Orem!" Korno's voice suddenly raised a notch.

On this occasion, the other ministers of the Imperial Court willingly or reluctantly echoed the "crazy" chief historian. "Long live the kingdom of Orem!"

Only Montoué muttered a little irritably. "Can't you just be quiet......

At this time, the door of the council hall was pushed open again, and a burly figure walked into everyone's sight with vigorous steps, and the hearts of the courtiers present tightened. "One of today's protagonists has already arrived, what about the others, ......?"

Donis first looked at His Majesty's seat behind the long table, and when he saw that it was empty, he asked, "Your Excellency, you are in a good mood, what are you congratulating you on?"

Victor wrote Donis's name in his court diary as an archive for today's attendance at the Imperial Council. "My lord, the Sardinia War is over, and all the adults present are inevitably in a happier mood. ”

Praise the Lord God, this is indeed a cause for celebration. I'm sure my father will be happy about this," Donis asked, taking a seat on the chair to the right of the Lord's seat, with a little surprise, "Your Majesty and my brother have not yet arrived, and my father is never late......

The Imperial Ministers in the council chamber touched each other's gazes, and it was clear that no one wanted to bring up the topic first, and an eerie atmosphere was brewing in silence.

Soon, a satisfied smile appeared in Donis's heart, as he saw his brother, His Highness Eden Konderbach, push the door open and walk in.