Chapter 23: The Wrestling of the Ghost Fire Halo 1
The pure white Interstellar Chamber is simply and elegantly furnished, with an oval conference table in the center. The omnidirectional empathy facilities that emerge from the network are like sparkling pearl-colored ribbons, tied to each set of halo living tables and chairs that flutter in mid-air.
At this time, these transparent jellyfish-like seats are almost filled with characters of all shapes. These quiet and unobtrusive representatives are arguably the most high-pitched and untamed members of the Unified Political Council of the Multistar Federation. These are the representatives of the elect, the leaders of the representatives.
Rhaegar sat in the main seat in the center, with his most heart-stirring "Boslin smile", the corners of his mouth gently provoked an elegant arc, and his half-opened and half-closed lips seemed to hide a lot of subtle feelings that wanted to be spoken. Facing more than 100 pairs of deep and suspicious eyes, he calmly looked like a young raccoon dancing gracefully, and his smiling expression was not only a battle post to attract opponents, but also an inexplicable invitation to hook souls.
He began to speak without hesitation: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am very grateful to be able to participate in this extraordinary meeting despite your busy schedule. β
He leaned over slightly, and the curvature of his neck gave a hint of anticipation: "Since this is a temporary motion, please try your best to spend this boring time as comfortably." So, if you want to smoke, please feel free. If you're hungry, you can always go out and forage for food. Actually, I'm just going to bring lunch in, so please hold your hands high and try to ignore my eating activities. β
An uncontrollable sound of eating and laughing quickly infected the entire venue, and the original tense atmosphere no longer existed. Rhaeggar's smile grew gentle, and he knew that he had succeeded in reversing the resistance and hostility of the councillors.
He coughed lightly, opened the file in front of him, and said in an orderly manner: "It is the first time that I have served as the head of the council, so if there is any mistake in the procedure, please forgive me." β
He paused, like a clever situational magician, and his tone was instantly smeared with sadness that was not too much: "As you know, our Prime Minister Regent, Metis Merlin, died suddenly three days ago. I am all saddened by the sudden loss of the leader of the Cluster's political circles, especially as the acting prime minister, and I hope that everyone will help me. β
He continued: "There are three themes for today's meeting: first, the ceremonies and affairs of the funeral; The second is the realignment of cabinet and party seats, which will be subject to a vote and a decision after a while. Finally, I would like to express my highest condolences and respect to Lieutenant General Sigana Wari and Major Gahia Merlin who are currently rioting at the borders of the Federation Star Field, including more than a dozen rebel groups from the Red Cult to the border of the Federation. β
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall young man stood up, and his high-pitched and concise voice was very appealing: "Your Excellency, on behalf of the non-party liberals in the Legislature, I would like to make a common petition -- regarding the arrangement of seats in the parliament and the balance of power of the various parties, we agree that it should be readjusted and a new distribution blueprint should be completed quickly. β
His epilogue had not yet ended, and there was already a strong commotion below. A young man with his long straight black hair tied to the side and his features sharp and tough stood up suddenly, his angry middle finger biting at the speaker like a lightsaber that cut through the enchantment.
"Butozira, you insidious villain, this is simply exclusion in disguise! Instead of being so coy, it is better to change what you just said to: The leadership chair of the Galactic Community has been sitting for too long, it's time to get out! β
Her long hair, tied to the side, swayed with excitement and reflected on the dazzling silver star on her shoulder.
Butozilla apparently did not expect such a violent counterattack, and he faced his critics and said with some confusion: "Little Blue, no, Councillor Lanserki, I am not attacking any party β this is just our petition, in order to make politics more free and pluralistic, we want the parliament to be evenly distributed among the parties, and not..."
When he was speaking smoothly, the sudden omission of the words at the bottom was likely to provoke the questioner's anger again. He paused, expecting Ai Aidi, not knowing how to continue.
Lan Seqi shook his braid back violently, sneered, and said in a deliberately pretentious and mocking ancient official tone: "My corpse is a vegetarian meal, and I am ashamed that my virtue is a loss to the world, and I hereby return the jade seal to the desires of all the peopleβhow about you write the following lines?" For the sake of the great Star Clan self-government, or for the sake of the far-sighted Star Clan Self-Determination Party, we parasites, who make up three-quarters of the seats in the council, should be more aware of the times! It's best to abdicate obediently, so that at least you can get some more consolation! β
Just as Butozilla stammered and used meaningless babbling to fulfill his useless justification, Rhaegar stood up, raised his hand gracefully, and said soothingly, "Calm down, both of you. Congressman Lanceki, Your Excellency must have misunderstood what Councilor Butozilla meant. β
He glanced hurriedly at the blue-faced Butozira, whose moist, anxious eyes were gazing at him gratefully.
He faced the arrogant Lan Seqi without humility or arrogance, and his tone was very convincing: "I understand that the leaders of the Galactic Community must be very sad for the sudden loss of wisdom. But the scientific miracles and military achievements you have achieved over the past decade under the leadership of Lord Metis are truly visible both inside and outside the galaxy. We have absolutely no intention of excluding you, but please do not be suspicious. β
Lan Serge snorted and glared at Butozilla again before sitting down in a daze. "Well, then, we can start talking, the first topic is the late Prime Minister'sβ"
Before he could finish his sentence, the door of the previously closed static beam opened, and a soft voice with a slight sneer in it was clear, and a lilac figure interrupted him at the same time: "Is the assassination of the prime minister?" β
"What kind of lovely means did he rely on, in such a short period of time, to become a heartthrob and the object of gnashing of teeth in the eyes of many people in one fell swoop?"
As the output terminal lays out Perslin Rhaeggar's experiences in extreme detail on the symbiotic simulacrum screen, Lucifer rolls his eyes and expresses his opinion with his characteristic crunchy laugh.
Leora curled up into a large, fluffy swivel chair. After a beautiful catharsis, he could sense the amplitude of soft and undulating emotions, and even had a floating feeling of swallowing a trance potion.