Chapter 931

The Parliament Hall of Aldenan has a gorgeous triple spire. The largest spire is located at the top of the whole building, which symbolizes the imperial power that shelters and guides the entire empire. The second spire symbolizes the nobles under the imperial power. Also known as the "Pillar of the Empire", the bottom spire has the widest area and directly covers the parliamentary hall. In name, it symbolizes the glorious citizens of the Empire, that is, the "Foundation of the Empire".

This bold, ground-breaking symbolism is a sort of epitome of Rosetta's decades of New Deal reforms, although in reality the number of "citizen councilors" under the triple spire is not even half the number of noble councillors, and they truly have There are very few people who have the right to speak, so that whenever people mention Aldenan's parliament, they almost acquiesce to the old "noble parliament" at the upper level, and subconsciously ignore another part of the parliament .

Rosetta Augustus has been working on changing that, and it has really changed a lot in the last two years.

Those roaring machines and the big corporations that popped up overnight allowed the civic councillors to rapidly increase the capital to speak in the parliament - strictly speaking, the capital of the business representatives to speak in the parliament.

For the first time, Matilda realized that some forces were more effective than the decree and guidance of the royal family.

She sat on the golden high-back chair, which symbolized the royal family, and looked down at the entire rectangular hall below with a calm expression. The magic spar lamp illuminated this place from the roof, making the faces under the roof look clear and bright. vivid. Those who hold the greatest power below the imperial power in the social structure of Typhon are expressing their opinions there, discussing a project that may change the whole era, and those who are qualified to speak in the front row are doing their best to show their persuasion and infection. In order to win the support of more ordinary members, and more importantly - to win the statement of Princess Matilda, who represents the will of the royal family.

In Typhon's special parliamentary system, the will of the imperial power accounts for a large proportion. Unless the consensus of the parliamentarians in a certain motion can show an overwhelming unanimity, people must strive to win the support of the spokesperson of the imperial power.

"I'm still opposed to such a radical transformation and restructuring plan - although I recognize the advantages of new technologies and have always been happy to embrace the bright future brought about by new technologies, we need to be more aware of the scale of the existing communication tower network, As well as the cost and benefit behind this," a middle-aged nobleman wearing a dark blue coat and speaking like a bell stood up, turned and said to the MPs behind him, "Rebuilding the entire communication network means that we have Years of investment have come to nothing - it hasn't even had time to pay for itself, and it's unclear whether the new network will work stably..."

"It's not just a question of cost and benefit, Mr. Earl, it's also a question of technology," someone stood up, "don't you understand the limitations of communication towers? Their technical foundations are outdated, and in magic Under the premise of online communication, continuing to maintain the investment and construction of the communication tower network has actually become a waste, a waste of the wealth of the empire..."

"And what about those who maintain the towers? What about the people who depend on the towers for their livelihoods? We can't just use the businessman's way of thinking to solve problems - we also have a responsibility to keep the people alive!"

"This responsibility is more reflected in the seventeen communication towers to which you have the right to benefit?"

"Please don't bring personal issues into such a solemn situation,

If self-interest is introduced, I am afraid that everyone here will lose their voice, sir! "

The debate below intensified, but the seemingly emotional speakers still kept the order just right, expressing their opinions in accordance with the process of the parliament, no one was here to overstep and disturb the imperial power, and Matilda was just silent. She sat down on the chair that belonged to her, watching all this with a blank expression.

Before this session is over, these people may have to quarrel for a while.

They had been arguing for quite some time yesterday.

This seemingly chaotic situation is actually very clear in Matilda's eyes. She can see that the old nobles have already reached an agreement, but the small nobles who should have been in the noble camp in the past are now Vaguely standing with the businessmen - the latter's union would have been unthinkable a few years ago, but since last year, a similar situation has happened more than once.

The reason is very simple. Factories and emerging companies are amassing more and more wealth and occupying more and more influence, and the "new factions" of the small aristocracy and the middle-class aristocracy are the main investors in these industries. Interests are tied to businessmen, while the upper-class aristocrats also control large-scale traditional industries and wealth, and control many infrastructures, which makes the latter slow to respond to the new investment boom. One step, but it is still a huge force that is difficult to resist.

The two forces have become more and more clearly divided and occupy their own territory. Each member is closely watching the other party's every move. They are watching their pockets closely, and they don't want a copper plate to fall on the opposite side.

The distribution of interests is more real than any standing.

The friction between the two forces has been gradually increasing since last year, but because their respective areas of advantage do not overlap much, the intensity of this friction is also very low. Until recently, it has suddenly become so intense. This is because a certain These new technologies suddenly broke the existing "rules", giving businessmen and aristocratic investors a sudden opportunity to get their hands on those infrastructures, and the old owners of those facilities...of course reacted violently.

Matilda wanted to yawn, but she held it back.

The debate won't come to fruition today, but in a few days she's already foreseeing the outcome: a compromise will emerge, where the traditional messaging towers will remain, and those high-maintenance facilities will be renovated and transformed. As a carrier of new technology, businessmen and aristocratic investors will get an opportunity to invest in it. However, on the whole, the entire communication network will still be firmly in the hands of those old-fashioned families and mages associations.

Matilda can even be sure that those opportunities to invest in the communication tower renovation project will be actively released by the old-fashioned family and the Mage Association - it seems to share the income of the communication network, but it can make the current relationship even better. Very weak aristocratic investors and businessmen have difficulty maintaining a consistent and tough attitude. As long as there is a certain dividend as "pacification", it is easy for compromising members to appear within the emerging interest groups. They will give up the radical plan of completely rebuilding a communication network in exchange for more stable and secure benefits, and this is the magician. The association and the great nobles standing behind the association are happy to see it.

After all, the Mage Association is not stupid, and the big nobles are even less stupid. Of course, they can see the benefits of the new communication network - they just don't want this thing to be controlled by others first.

...

The seriousness of the matter exceeded Archduke Ferdinand's expectations. This unprecedented crisis made the battle-hardened old duke frown tightly.

"That's the way it is, my old friend," Rosetta Augustus, sitting in the high-backed chair, looked calmly at the Grand Duke who stood opposite him, "as I told you before, god Not too reliable a protector—a detached, powerful, unknown, and totally above mortal being, and I'm always wary of them, whether or not they've been providing shelter for mortals."

"...I have never understood your concerns about the gods, but now I have to admit that you are right," Ferdinand Wendell said in a deep voice, "I just didn't expect that we would have to face these things in our lifetime... …”

After speaking, he couldn't help frowning again: "Is it necessary to verify the information disclosed by Gawain Cecil in the letter? I still have a hard time believing... Cecil's ruler will So candid and kind to remind us."

"He's a formidable opponent, but in this case, he's our friend," Rosetta shook her head. "In the book Matilda brought, Gawain Cecil had more than It was mentioned once that the fate of mortals must advance and retreat together in the face of nature and the mighty power of gods. I also thought that it was just a propaganda gesture and slogan, but now I am willing to believe his sincerity in this regard."

"...We all live on this earth." Pei Dinan's voice was low.

"Yes, we all live on this earth," Rosetta said lightly, "so I called you here today to prepare for the disaster that may happen to this earth."

"...Can we really deal with the threat from the gods?" Pei Dinan couldn't help but have some doubts, "Of course, the Cecilians seem to have successfully fought against the 'disaster of the gods', but they are not facing the real gods, and they are lucky A large percentage of…”

"We are not dealing with real gods," Rosetta shook his head. "Or, I don't think gods will directly 'attack' the world of mortals."

"Gods will not directly 'attack' the world of mortals..." Pei Dinan repeated subconsciously, his face seemed a little confused.

"Gods need a 'media', they don't come so easily, do they?"

Pei Dinan frowned and looked at the monarch he had sworn allegiance to for decades. For some reason, he suddenly saw a strangeness on the other's face: "You mean..."

Rosetta was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly said something seemingly irrelevant: "You know, I've started to envy our neighbors recently..."

...

After Duke Ferdinand left, Rosetta was still sitting quietly in the study. He leaned on the back chair that could cover the whole person, as if he had fallen into a long thought, until after ten minutes of silence and stillness , he suddenly raised his hand and turned off the lights in the study with a small magic trick.

The night outside is already thick, and only the starlight shines on the high tower of the Obsidian Palace. As the lights in the study go out, the darkness spreads rapidly, and the starlight from the window also passes through the crystal window next to it and spreads all over the study.

Everything in the study was immersed in the indifferent night.

Rosetta tapped the armrest of the seat lightly, and in the rhythmic tapping sound, he seemed to be patiently waiting for something to arrive.

After dozens of taps, a little yellow light suddenly appeared on the desk of the study room, and then this dim light spread quickly, covering the desk, bookshelf, floor, wall... in just a few seconds Inside the clock, the entire study was already illuminated by a dim light, and the turbid light also filled the window not far away, outlining the scene of Orlando two hundred years ago.

Dusk came suddenly.

Rosetta raised his head, and the familiar things in the study were rapidly changing their appearances. Some ancient and outdated illusions that had long since disappeared from history were covering his familiar furnishings. The light laughter from somewhere sounded from all around, as if a banquet was being held next to the study, the sound of guests laughing came through the wall and a balcony somewhere, and it even seemed that some guests had walked in through the wall. In this room, something was whispering in Rosetta's ear.

Rosetta completely ignored these illusory voices, just stared at the direction of the door quietly, and the next second, the sounds of laughter or whispers suddenly disappeared.

Outside the closed door of the study, in the direction of the corridor, some sort of staggering footsteps that seemed to be dragging heavy objects suddenly sounded after the whispers disappeared, and seemed to be getting closer.

The next second, there was a knock on the door from the direction of the study door.

Rosetta didn't respond, and the knocking on the door continued patiently.

It knocked for a long time, so long that time seemed to stand still in this eternal twilight, and Rosetta broke the silence: "Can you continue to knock, or do you expect to knock on the door to break this door?"

The knocking on the door suddenly stopped, and after a few seconds of deadly silence, a low voice that seemed to be a combination of countless voices came from outside the door: "Your mental strength is really amazing... ...I thought you were going to collapse countless times, but you are still yourself..."

"Surprising?" Rosetta shook her head. "But you're not human."

"It's really meaningless details," said the voice outside the door. "I don't like details, so let's talk about the main point... Why did you enter this dream on your own initiative? This is quite a rare situation."

"I'm suddenly curious about something, but I can't find the answer in the mortal world - maybe you'd like to answer something?"

As soon as his voice fell, a strange atmosphere suddenly filled the entire dream space. The atmosphere seemed to be mixed with surprise and joy, and at the same time, countless senses of prying came from all directions, as if in the depths of this dream, Between those ancient memory corridors, halls, and courtyards, the eyes of countless "guests" were also instantly attracted, and they were staring indifferently at the location of Rosetta Augustus.

In the study in front of Rosetta, the wall on which the ordinary decorative oil paintings were originally hung suddenly fluctuated like water. The decorative oil paintings were swallowed by the wall, and then spit out again, but the picture above had become Macho. The appearance of Li Augustus.

"Ah, my dear son, have you finally decided to come back to our big family?"

Then Marjorie became George Augustus: "What a day to celebrate!"

"It's too early for you to celebrate," Rosetta glanced at the oil painting indifferently, "Keep quiet on the side."

The dangling figures on the oil painting suddenly became blurred, and the low, overlapping voice outside the study door let out a chuckle: "I'm really confident, but it's not that simple to ask the gods for knowledge... But no matter what. Anyway, I'm quite happy.

"Ask, and I'm happy to answer any question—if you dare to listen."

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