Chapter 542 Obstruction

The noise of the nobles is disturbing.

Victoria Wilder sat beside Crown Prince Wales, her frosty face was expressionless, her eyes swept across the large and small nobles gathered in the long hall of the castle, and there was a trace of contempt that was not easily discernible in her eyes.

These wine bags and rice bags.

They are wearing gorgeous robes and talking in this castle. They are noble in blood, and their names are louder than each other. When they speak here, their attitude seems to decide the fate of the kingdom. However, their impassioned speech is only one word in the end. Can be summed up: profit.

A righteous voice echoed in the long hall: "...The Kare family supports the reconstruction of the Kingdom Avenue, we are willing to contribute a hundred strong labor, and my nephew will personally lead the team..."

"What a big sacrifice! One hundred people!" Someone shouted mockingly from the side, "I'm afraid there are more than one hundred people who raise horses for you?"

"The Kalei family and food are all on the eastern front. We have already provided everything we can for this kingdom - but the Earl of Grey Mountain, don't you even have five hundred mules?"

"I don't agree to rebuild the Kingdom Avenue - although the Duke Regent's words are very reasonable, the Kingdom Avenue can bring great benefits in the long run, but now we are fighting a war, and rashly spends a lot of manpower and materials on the road repair, in case it affects What about the battle situation? I think we just need to rebuild the east-west road, so that we can easily transport troops to the front line..."

"I object!"

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The noise of the nobles is really disturbing.

Wales Moen sat in the top position like a puppet, and when the noise in the long hall was about to get out of control, the titular heir to the king finally couldn't help speaking: "Gentlemen and ladies, , let's put the debate aside - the Kingdom Avenue project can be discussed slowly, after all, it's winter, we can discuss the town council and business system first..."

Welsh's voice finally calmed down the debate in the long hall a little, but his new proposal soon brought a new round of disputes-nobles, big and small, praised the Duke Regent and His Royal Highness for the first time. Taking a long-term view, applauding their wise plans, and then strongly recommending the introduction of these new systems in someone else's domain, one by one.

If it weren't for Victoria Wilder and Franklin Burdwin sitting here, they probably wouldn't just argue like this.

Such an argument is destined to fail.

Victoria Wilder finally stood up before the clamor in the long hall reached its peak again, and before Wales Morn had to speak again.

"enough."

The Queen of the North said in a cold voice, and with her voice falling, the entire castle was instantly cooling down from the inside out to the freezing point.

"I hope these cold air can calm you down." After a while, Victoria withdrew her huge magic power, and as the temperature in the hall gradually recovered, her eyes swept across the large and small nobles who were silent.

These are real power aristocrats, big and small, who control half of the country's extraordinary power, land, and wealth. They are short-sighted, selfish, and they can only hold back the kingdom by holding a group -- but even as the regent duke, she It's just a warning to these people.

"We're not here to quarrel," Victoria continued after ten seconds of silence, "town councils and business restructuring are destined to develop, but I understand everyone's concerns—so None of this will be imposed on any of you. The pilot of the town council, selected from the northern lords and the royal fiefs, and the commercial restructuring, will be the responsibility of the Grand Duke Franklin's Western Principality."

With a touch of bookish elegance, Baldwin Franklin bowed forward slightly in response to Victoria's words.

The big and small nobles in the long hall were silent for a while, and then they all looked relieved-but they didn't dare to be too obvious and exaggerated, so they could only try to make a reserved and humble smile, and use A mess of praises and homages to hide their true thoughts-their disguise skills are superb, and the humility and compliments from the bottom of their heads all reflect their qualifications as aristocrats, but Victoria? Wilder has seen through these masks since his girlhood.

Keeping her frozen face is the greatest courtesy she can show to these people.

She sat down, but the Duke of Berdwin Franklin stood up and continued: "All New Deals will not be forced to be promoted, but I have to explain one thing in advance-please remember that one of the virtues of the nobility is It is to keep in mind your oath, so don't forget your decision today. Those who oppose the construction of new factories on their own territory today, if they want to build a factory in the future, they must unconditionally pay 30% of the ransom to the royal family. This is for redemption The right to build factories that you gave up today; those who refuse to allow roads to connect their territories here today, any road built by the kingdom in the future will bypass you, unless you buy the roads as you bought the right to build factories; those who refuse to sign trade agreements here today, No new chambers of commerce or companies are allowed for ten years—unless you buy the right to restructure your business.”

With a calm face, the Duke of West Territory stated these conditions one by one, and his tone and expression made the nobles who had just begun to gleefully become confused and uneasy.

They know what's being discussed here today - it's a whole lot of deviant, sensational stuff, weird rules from the South, the Duke Regent asking the nobles to give up some of their privileges, asking everyone to submit to the management of the royal family, and in their own The establishment of new factories on the territory, the establishment of town councils that can threaten the lord's rule, the construction of roads, the establishment of companies... These things are taken out one by one, all of which are completely threatened and deprived.

However, the Duke of Westland called them "rights", and declared that every noble who raised an objection today gave up these "rights", and even said that if someone wants to build a factory, a company, or a road in the future, they will have to Pay to redeem these "rights"?

This bizarre and absurd statement is really hard to understand.

The people in the long hall were silent in confusion, and discussed in a low voice in confusion. Some people seemed to have reacted slightly, and some people seemed to be fooled by the attitude of the Duke of the West. They cautiously invited their own. The attendant, wrote down a note and handed it to the Duke, but more people just spread their hands and shook their heads——

Who wants this "right"? The right to cut flesh from one's body?

This noisy meeting was over, the nobles scattered, and in addition to the attendants and guards in the huge long hall, there were soon only two regent dukes and a nominal crown prince left.

"This is the first time I've seen you angry," Victoria said with a slight sigh, looking at Duke Baldwin. "You thought you would never lose your temper on such an occasion."

"I'm really pissed, but I'm serious," Baldwin sat in the chair with a tired face, "it can confuse some people, at least they'll think a bit more, while others...they At least one day, it can bring a little contribution to the kingdom's treasury."

Victoria frowned: "How many people are shaken?"

"Less than 10%," Duke Baldwin shook his head, recalling the number of people who handed the note, "most of them are nobles who are far away from the Kingdom Avenue and whose territories themselves are not rich, and royal nobles who have no land. , these people have no concerns about wealth and privilege, but they are worried about losing the protection of the royal family, and they have expressed their willingness to learn more about our New Deal in private."

"One percent..." Victoria snorted coldly, but there was a deep sense of helplessness in that cold hum, "It's really too much."

The Queen of the North will also encounter helpless things - which makes Baldwin full of emotion.

"As we expected, there are many difficulties," he sighed and said to Victoria, "We have adjusted the areas involved in the change as much as possible, and removed those items that have the greatest impact on the nobility on the ground, but still incurred such a Intense conflict, including the two meetings yesterday and the day before yesterday, and the three full days of discussions, only five clauses were passed, and they were all irrelevant parts..."

"I said from the beginning that it's the same result no matter how you adjust it - there's no difference between taking a gold coin from those people's pockets and a hundred gold coins, because they don't want to lose a single coin," Victoria said. Shaking his head, "You have to build factories, build roads, and set up officials on their land. This is what moved them."

Welsh Moen, who had never spoken, suddenly spoke up: "At least we can start with the fiefs directly under the royal family - and some of your territories."

"Our..." Baldwin showed a wry smile, "We personally understand the necessity of doing this, but the marquis, earls, and viscounts under our name probably won't think so... Even if we personally promote, in the duchy The difficulty of enforcing change internally remains enormous.”

Divided into separate enclosures, each into a country.

Victoria Wilder suddenly thought of the words Gawain had said to himself when evaluating the kingdom's aristocracy before she left the southern border, and thought of the "new aristocracy" system in the southern border.

The earls and viscounts over there... don't have that much power.

She shook her head, put some bad associations aside, and looked at Wales: "I'm surprised that you can support these new deals so much. I didn't actually take the direct fiefs of the royal family into account."

"I know, this is yours to the Moen family..." Wales shook his head, pressing the words "last respect" back to his heart, "I can see the meaning of these New Deals, and I know they are for this country. It's good."

"Actually, those who opposed, resisted, and refused to express their opinions at the meeting couldn't see it," Victoria said slowly, turning her eyes to the empty long hall, "even if they couldn't see the new-style factories, new-style chambers of commerce, and civilian schools. At least they can see the rise of Cecil... But they still have to oppose or refuse to take a stand."

Baldwin Franklin sighed: "It's not that they can't see the benefits to the kingdom, they just don't want to pay for it. Their idea is very simple: why can't it be someone else, why can't the factory be built in In someone else's territory - yes, everyone thinks so."

"Think about it," Victoria suddenly said softly after a moment of silence, "at least, there is support for the new king's coronation."

Baldwin Franklin showed a slightly mocking smile: "Yeah, it's really a small thing for them to support the king compared to building a factory on their territory."

After saying this, the Duke of the West Region, who was clearly in a bad mood, stood up. He looked at the exit of the long hall, and after a few seconds of silence, he slowly said: "The town council's plan is likely to fail, This reform is so radical that we can put it on hold, and so can the schools, we can put it off -- but the new factory has to be there, at all costs, or we'll be choked by the Cecilians forever."

Baldwin Franklin left.

Victoria looked at the back of the Duke of the West and did not speak for a long time.

Wales Moen's voice broke the silence: "Duchess Wilder, did Duke Gawain Cecil really tell you that he was no longer interested in the throne of Ansu?"

Victoria nodded. "That's exactly what he said."

"Oh..." Welsh Moen nodded calmly, then stood up slowly, "Then I'll leave first, please do it yourself."

Victoria was finally alone in the long hall.

The Queen of the North stood there for a long time, looking at this empty place, looking at this place that not long ago was full of noise and quarrels.

A faint sigh sounded in the long hall, and along with flying snowflakes, her figure disappeared beside the throne.

The snowflakes condensed with magic power fluttered and scattered, and the last few crystal snowflakes fell on the portrait of Francis II hanging behind the throne, melted into water, and slowly dripped.

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