"To put it well, you have to have this voice of reason."

"We can't let go of these cases that are unfavorable to the big family, in case the big family, the enterprise and the factory all run away, who will provide employment, if there is no employment, where will the tax come from, and where will we get the money to operate."

"Those who ridiculed just now, I hope that when you are facing the murderer yourself, you will not come to the council, after all, 'we need to discuss the army'."

"It's going to begin, that's right, you know it too well! Here's a hot fact: the most recent narrative civilization is just 50 hours away from our city! If you have the money not to engage in the army, do you want to pay people compensation? ”

"Do you think that the big men of the Commonwealth are as brutal and violent as you are, and only know how to expand? People are narrative civilization! Civilization! Civilized! ”

"You're right, but the No. 10 narrative "Red Blood Alliance" is the narrative of the most frequent foreign wars in the consortium, with an average annual expansion of 100,000 square kilometers of land, the highest fertility rate in the whole territory, 40 million standing troops, 500 million registered militia, fighting against the Void Narrative, 8 battles, 6 wins, 1 draw and 1 truce, with [Assassination Qing] Simon Assasin, [Sadistic Qing] Wolf Hunt Thunder, two demigods, and the True God Alliance Lord [Blood Sea Emperor] Ondelia Shadlu! - And you, actually say that such a brutal hegemon, is a civilized person! ”

"Hmmm......"

The Chicken Guardian groaned.

The city's council is such a place, the slightest disagreement will launch a full-scale personal attack, it is such a group of sleeping dragons and phoenixes, deciding the fate of life and death in Port Victor, somewhat humorous.

It can only be said that it is not easy for the city to develop to the point where it is today.

This is the case, and Aigle has no intention of making any reforms.

Politics is the art of balance.

Of course, if he was able to be crowned a king when he was young, and now he can maintain the combat power of a demigod, there is no need to make any balance.

Sincere!

"Silence."

As soon as the chicken man knocked on his cane, a loud voice resounded throughout the audience:

"Everyone's arguments are very interesting, but today's meeting is a fast process, time is running out, and we have to make a decision quickly."

He glanced at the scene and said:

"I took a look, and there are quite a few people who have disputes about the reform plan and the investigation of the suspicion of the fire in Westport, so why don't we do it together?"

"First, I will send someone to investigate the truth of this matter, and let our loyal police officers work overtime to investigate the criminal case, and definitely give an explanation to the major families, enterprises and organizations. So that the Mahamut family can run their business with peace of mind, so that everyone can do business with peace of mind. ”

"Second, we will also strengthen discussions on the tax and fire protection issues of the Mahamut family, and strive to build our military system as soon as possible, so that people will feel at ease, not to mention the prevention of the union, if there is a natural or man-made disaster or something, we can also have a little more ability to save ourselves."

This statement can be regarded as flattering on both sides, even if someone doubts the distraction, they dare not say it in front of him, the most powerful person in the city.

After all, although he is old, he is still strong.

Seeing that both sides had settled down and reluctantly accepted his offer, Aigle breathed a sigh of relief.

I think when he was young, where was the need to please left and right, fucking punch down, I don't care what balance you have, Lao Tzu is a demigod, Lao Tzu's fist is the law.

However, people will always get old.

As long as you can't ascend to the god throne and become a god supporter or a true god, then sooner or later you will be eliminated by the torrent of the times, and if you take 10,000 steps back, even if you ascend to the god, in the battlefield of the abyss, there are still fewer true gods who have fallen and changed?

Since the fall of the six gods of the path, mortals have begun to compete for the seat of the true god, and the people who were originally united have been divided into major narratives and god believers, and even the foreign enemies such as [society] have become tolerant.

Ironically, Aigler can understand this feeling to some extent.

If a strong leader stands up and unites the whole city, then the city will have a prosperous and splendid development, as well as a strong defense, and no one will dare to invade.

Look at the neighbors, the narrative union, they are united, their own small town, for them is nothing.

The Consortium did not eliminate them, only because they did not want to, or were too lazy to exterminate.

And that's just the unity of four narrative civilizations.

If Xingyuan can also have such a leader, the six major abysses and thirteen narratives will unite - Aigle dares not imagine what kind of brilliance will erupt when the six great avenues, the six layers of Xingyuan, and the thirteen narratives are united.

Maybe at that point, it will be the so-called golden age.

It's a pity that fantasy is fantasy, and as you get older, this kind of hope for the golden age and the holy monarch and the sage king has gradually cooled down.

Looking at the mess, Aigle shook his head.

He had witnessed true splendor as a man of ordinary and powerful origins, led by the great Lord of the Sun, who rose from slavery and other people's meals to the pinnacle of narrative civilization, and who had lived in an empire much larger than it is now, full of anointed and gold, and who had been visited by the great powers to defend them and praise their beauty.

But now, they walk down the street and are even discriminated against: 'Look, lunch runs on the ground'

This is the sorrow of the weak, a race, a nation, a society cannot do without strong leaders, without strength and kindness.

This hall full of civil officials and gentlemen, one bite of justice, one bite of justice, cut open the belly and saw that it was all business and money.

Perhaps Port Victor is doomed to decline.

Aigle suddenly laughed.

What was he thinking?

It's just that he has only been a guardian of this city for hundreds of years, and he really has a feeling for guarding him.

Every city-state and country has a time when it shines, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, and it is clear that it is the last burning, but people hope to rely on the brilliance of that moment to illuminate their eternity.

It's time for the end.

The House of Lords began to dissolve, and the people were bustling with each other, and as soon as they left the room, the people who had just returned the words began to hook up their shoulders and discuss which girl to go to for a drink.

Aigle shook his head, he couldn't expect these people to complete the continuation of Porto Victor, the reform still had to be carried out, and more people had to be enlisted.

Touch!

Just when people thought it was just an ordinary meeting, a figure hurried into the parliament building, slammed the door open with his shoulder, and fell to the ground.

The surprised eyes of the councillors immediately focused on the young man who had fallen to the ground, and he got up in disarray, straightened the guard uniform on his body, dusted off the magical radiation dust on his body, and the people were keenly aware of the turbid purple ashes on his body, and a priest immediately drank solemnly:

"Stop! How did the Void Coral on your body come from? ”

"It's a trace of the void! He's just touched the Void!? ”

"Oh my God, those nihilistic maniacs are coming in again?!"

"Calm down."

Aigler released coercion, maintained order, and said lightly:

"Tell me, kid, what's going on?"

"My lord, go find the narrative union!"

The man who came in a hurry shouted.

"Calm down." Aigle said, "What the hell is going on? Speak slowly and describe it clearly. ”

"Hamaigarai!"

The man cried out in horror:

"[Butcher of the Void] Hamaigarai! Descended into the world! ”

"There is no curse on him, someone has corrupted himself through rituals."

"Butcher of the Void, he's coming!"

(End of chapter)