Chapter 207 Terra's "Meeting" And "Discussion" (Part 1)

Terra in the early morning is different from the industrial style that compromised for cost in the interstellar era. It has the pride of the capital of the human empire and the profound heritage accumulated over tens of thousands of years.

The sky here is not artificially modulated, and the operation of the natural solar terms of the entire planet is restored as much as possible.

Although its geocentric and magnetic fields are no longer natural, it still respects the ancient tradition and maintains a 12-hour day and night interval.

Although with the support of technology and productivity, people here no longer rely on the illumination of natural light from stars.

But when the Terra Palace City welcomes the first ray of sunshine in early winter, the heads of each imperial department will temporarily put down their work and bring their entourage to the Prime Minister's Office in the Palace City.

But the atmosphere today is different from the past. Tension and depression are frequent here, but today is particularly obvious.

People who know the situation don't even dare to have any eye contact, let alone accept the benefits as in the past and spread the news quietly.

At 6:50, the daily Supreme Meeting vote is about to begin.

The nobles' vehicles, surrounded by the escort troops, passed through the security of the outer perimeter of the Palace City one after another.

After a quick landing, the high lords led their followers and walked towards the meeting room of the Prime Minister's Office with serious expressions.

The clerks who were also rushing to their work posts along the way rarely received ceremonial smiles from the faces of these big men.

They could only sense that something big was happening from the faces of the big men and the tense body language exchanges between their followers.

But where is this?

This is the center of the empire!

This is Terra!

Major events that affect the entire empire are happening here every moment!

Just like the "taxi drivers" in the imperial city can accompany you to comment on the current situation in a proper manner, the staff here are naturally highly immune to the word "big event".

In their eyes, the biggest event is just some cold data in the documents sent from afar that can be used as after-dinner conversation.

What exactly is a big event? They have their own unique judgment criteria.

And the current event is definitely a big event in their eyes!

But the lag in information is always the "privilege" of most people.

They didn't know what had happened to make the high lords look so serious.

There were also well-informed people who knew something.

But they were rarely in a hurry to show off their well-informedness, but walked quietly on the street outside the Prime Minister's Office like everyone else.

The difference was that on the way to their jobs, they would occasionally look at the direction of the Mountain Array in the sky secretly and nervously.

At 7:20, the attendees of the meeting were in place.

In the end, the high lords who failed to wait for the people on the Mountain Array lost their last patience.

A meeting with empty topics but sensitive content officially began with everyone avoiding each other's eyes.

At 7:50, the voting on regular motions began.

One by one, the bills and decrees were tacitly passed, and after the double confirmation of the clerks and the permanent undersecretaries, they were submitted to the highest seat of the lord's case, waiting for the seal.

These policies have long been discussed by the public, and the current vote is just to exercise the necessary procedural justice.

As long as the twelve blank seals below the document are filled, these decrees will be transmitted from Terra in the name of the Holy Emperor and the Human Empire, and will be passed throughout the entire empire and resound over the heads of billions of citizens in the empire.

At 10:50, the voting process for the regular proposals ended and entered the voting process for individual special bills.

This process usually takes up most of the time of the high lords' meeting.

Their contents include but are not limited to:

War assessment in a certain star zone,

Tax reduction policies for star zones after the end of certain battles,

Governance of special resource planets,

and the decentralization of response authority for some extreme emergency plans.

The implementation of these policies will affect the fate of tens of billions of people;

Some bills with a wide range of implementation can even profoundly affect the political situation of the empire for hundreds of years to come.

With huge interests at stake, this link is of course the main battlefield for the struggle of the supreme factions, without a single one.

But today's situation is so special that no high lord is willing to get entangled in these bills at this time.

The passage of the unconventional agenda was unexpectedly smooth and efficient, which made the clerks in the information cocoon look up in surprise.

Sufficient communication outside the venue is the basis of this situation, but the biggest reason is that the high lords have other things on their minds and are not interested in getting entangled here.

13:30

After a brief break at halftime, everyone returned to their posts to prepare for work.

At this point in the meeting, there was little left on the list of topics distributed before the meeting.

Under normal circumstances, the high lords will complete all their work within an hour at the latest, and then return to their official residences with their permanent undersecretaries and entourage.

But today is an exception.

When all the proposals in the meeting plan were voted on, the high lords raised their heads, and in the almost frozen air, no one stood up abnormally, but only looked at each other with subtle eyes.

The permanent undersecretaries were the first to feel the clear atmosphere signal, and they put down the data board without hesitation and walked out;

The clerk also quietly put down his pen and paper, and walked out silently on the thick carpet with a group of backup copying machine servants and servo skulls.

Dong!

As the last untimely person disappeared outside the door, the sound of the heavy golden door closing struck the hearts of every attendee.

The warm red light once again lit up from the dome, sweeping across the entire venue under the indifferent gaze of the crowd to confirm that there were no eavesdropping and recording devices.

"Talk about it, as far as you know, as far as I know."

Prime Minister Mello Winston took off the auxiliary reading device from his right eye, rubbed his eyes in a relaxed manner, and opened the topic in a calm tone.

As the actual executor of the politics of this ancient empire, he is the center of the entire empire's power center.

But unlike the traditional leader, he still has the existence of the emperor above him.

He is not the head of the Empire, but only a steward of the Empire, a person who is theoretically equal to or even slightly lower than all the high lords, a lubricant between the various forces of the Empire, and one of Malcador's countless successors in terms of government affairs.

The servant of all servants, this is his self-mockery, and it is also a silent manifestation of the authority he possesses.

Yes, he is the servant of the Emperor and the Empire, and the servant of all servants.

The greatest essence symbolizing this point is that the crown on his head not only has the brilliance of power, but also hangs three sharp blades in different directions, keeping a close eye on his every move at all times.

The Guards, the Astartes, the Inquisition.

These three words come together to form an omnipresent network.

It constrains the behavior of every person in power and supervises their hearts to ensure their absolute loyalty and absolute reverence for the Emperor.

In a sense, the power-oriented aggregate represented by these three words ultimately points to the person sitting on the golden throne in the deepest part of the palace city.

The one who has been silent for nearly ten thousand years, but whose presence has never weakened - the Emperor.

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Poor, I can't write anymore. Hahahaha, I'll go to bed early, tomorrow morning there will be personnel from the prevention and control center and medical staff to do nucleic acid tests.

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