The city of Turin was already an ancient and historic city-state three hundred years before His Majesty Marcherus came to this land, and that time brought not only a story to the city, but also many things deeply engraved in the city, which still leave traces today.

The House of Parliament - Turin was the site of discussions and decisions on state policy during the city-state era, and today this huge structure still stands in the city of Turin, opposite the royal palace at the top of the hill. Today, its halls are filled with Turin aristocrats with public offices and representatives of the major trade unions and chambers of commerce.

This was what made the city of Turin and the surrounding royal domains different from other noble domains - the six thousand nobles who lived in the city of Turin studied philosophy, law, history and arithmetic at the academy in their youth, and then entered the council as clerks and administrators, and the "new council" formed by this group was the heart of the kingdom of Turin, responsible for the collection of taxes, construction projects, agriculture and commerce, the arrangement of military service, the implementation of policies, diplomatic affairs, etc.

However, becoming an administrative officer in the House of Representatives means that there is never a chance to show up, and only the second son of a small family or who cannot inherit the family property will choose this path, because these administrative officers are generally very well paid, and if you are lucky enough to become the secretary of a minister, you may even have the opportunity to prosper.

The Imperial Council, as opposed to the House of Representatives, was much smaller—the spacious throne hall could hold at least five hundred people, but most of the time the number of people qualified to walk in was never more than one-fifth of that number. Especially in the presence of His Majesty Horace, his royal council was almost the smallest of all generations.

And for this kingdom, it is impossible for the core figures who are really important to be more than two hands...... Silently muttering, Edward followed Anson step by step and stepped into the magnificent throne hall.

The little prince sat beside his father very stiffly, completely devoid of the arrogance and triumph of the night of the banquet, as if he had reverted to his original appearance of a good child, motionless in his chair, quietly—as if the too empty throne hall had put too much pressure on him.

“...... These young nobles, who have no regard for the laws of the kingdom in their eyes, lead all sorts of street gangsters and thugs to smash and plunder near all the shops and apartments run by the Gentiles, and the soldiers of the Garrison Legion, who are not afraid to act arbitrarily because of their noble titles, set fires everywhere, and sow fear in the cities - are we to forgive them for such a terrible crime?!"

Standing under the throne, Greene Turn, was not so quiet - almost unabashedly recounting the atrocities of the Turin nobles in recent times, his expression grim as if it were dry firewood, which could be lit with a single fire, and stared at the pale-skinned Nafario Brindisi almost unabashedly: "We must use the most severe punishment to be able to deter these lawless fellows, so that they can understand what authority is!"

"All Turin nobles involved in looting, vandalism and even killing, regardless of their nobility or status, shall be punished with capital punishment as a warning to any fanatical careerist who seeks to undermine the stability and peace of the city of Turin!"

The entire throne hall was in an uproar, almost everyone was frightened by Sir Greene Thern's undisguised murderous aura, but the commander facing the throne was still awe-inspiring and did not flinch.

"Sir Grimm Turn, do you mean by careerist?!" Nafarion, who was standing in the first row, almost immediately turned and pointed to Grimm's front door, and scolded, "This is simply too much, I, Nafario, am the most loyal courtier of the Marcherus family, and the most loving of the city, and the history of the Brindisi family is as long as the history of the city of Turin. ”

"And what about you?The Turns, a hundred years ago, were just banner-bearers, where did they have the audacity to say that they would be sentenced to death to a group of children of the oldest noble families in Turin City?!" Nafario clutched his shirt tightly in his right hand, turned his head to look at Horace on the throne, and then lowered his head: "Your Majesty, I request that this madman be expelled from the throne hall immediately, he is simply dishonoring our tradition and honor!"

"Herodotus, Lord of the Seals, you are well versed in the laws of the kingdom and the head of the Imperial Council, and you may be able to give us some advice. The smiling Horace did not answer directly, but called out a gray-haired old man in a luxurious black and white robe and a jeweled necklace: "In your opinion, what should we do?"

"Your Majesty, according to the laws that were made with the participation of the sages and your fathers, grandfathers, and the heroes of the Marcaeus family, in the light of the realities of the situation, and the ...... mentioned by the adults," the Lord Keeper of the Seals, who was obviously over a hundred years old, stood up tremblingly, and even his voice trembled: "We must not be so presumptuous, noble...... It is the fundamental cornerstone of the kingdom. ”

"I have no duty to you, Venerable Lord Herodotus, but these 'cornerstones' of which you speak are about to tear down the palace as well!" Glynn Turn, exclaimed impatiently, "Is it because of their aristocratic status that we ought to open our eyes? Should we put up with injustice just because they are Dominicans?!"

"Then I'll tell you where justice is, young man. Nafario Brindisi glanced at him with a sneer, his tone full of mockery: "If we treat Gentiles the same as Turinetes, and nobles as commoners, then the world is really unreasonable—would you be willing to be treated the same as a Dominic slave, or would you be degraded and feel that they are no different from you?!"

"We are the people of Turin, the proud people blessed by the Radiant Cross, and with three hundred years of honor and blood draped over us, we are destined to be more noble than all the peoples of this world!"

Nafario looked at Greene Turn, whose face was pale, and the whole hall burst into thunderous applause. Even His Highness Anson, who was sitting next to the throne, applauded with red cheeks, until Horace glanced at him and then shrank back.

"You have not spoken, Honorable Holard Minest, Secretary of the Interior. Horace looked calmly at the Marquis of Hollard, who was sitting leisurely, "Don't you think you need to express your opinion?"

The hall fell silent for a moment, and all eyes were on the Marquis—they all knew that Minest had become so rich by his maritime trade with Dominica, and naturally His Majesty Horace had asked him to stand up, probably to balance the almost one-sided atmosphere just now.

After all, this time the thing was really too much, and it would be unreasonable to say that there was no punishment at all, and His Majesty Horace naturally hoped that someone would stand up and support Greene Turn—even Edward guessed so, after all, the friendship between Lusten and Greene was well known.

"I think Lord Nafario is right, you should not compare Dominicans to Turinees, Your Majesty. Horad Minest slowly stood up from his chair and said in an indifferent tone: "Nobility is the foundation of the kingdom, and the Dominicians are at best the icing on the cake. ”

This time, even Horace was a little stunned: "You are really surprising to me, I thought you would intercede for those Dominic merchants - after all, they have trade with your family. ”

A smile appeared on Holard's gentle face: "Your Majesty, if you remember, it was I who personally led the Kingdom fleet to fight Dominica thirty years ago, and I agree with Lord Nafario on this point. ”

"But what I really want to remind you here is that winter is coming, and we should all unite regardless of the outcome of this matter, and the Emissaries of Dominica are about to arrive in Turin, and it would be a truly terrible thing for them to see us torn apart and quarrel with each other!"

.................. The Imperial Council was over, and the commander of the Garrison Legion, alone, walked out of the throne hall in the midst of the crowd of cold spectators, his mood was so cold that even the cloak on his body could not make him feel the slightest warmth.

Half of the Turin nobles involved in this incident were acquitted due to lack of evidence, and the other only had to pay a very ** indemnity and go to the steps of the Radiant Cross to "atone" or pay twice the indemnity.

The only consolation was that almost all the gangsters and street thugs involved in the riot were either exiled or sent to work in the quarries and fishing ports near Turin, but that was not what Greene Turn's intended to see.

Obviously, he has gained the trust of His Majesty, and he finally got the opportunity to prove himself like this, but the result is ...... It's so sad that it's desperate!

A familiar figure walked briskly from behind him, and Green suddenly smiled bitterly, all with a self-deprecating smile on his face, until the man pressed his hand on his shoulder: "What...... My esteemed Sir Edward Witwood, how does it feel to see this unfortunate appearance of me at the first time at the Imperial Council, and is he going to taunt me a few more times?"

"No, it's the opposite. Edward, who had just come out, patted Green on the shoulder with an expressionless face, and the man, who originally looked strong, was still a little staggering: "I think you are very brave...... Very brave!"