"Is there any news coming from Griffith?"

In the early morning of January 1, 1445, before dawn on the first day of the New Year, Count William de Lamore asked his sleepy daughter while wearing a coat.

"Hmm?" Sonia rubbed her eyes, "The messages during the trial may be detected, so there is no contact."

It was pitch black outside the window, and the north wind slapped the window hard, trying to get in through the gaps in the thick glass.

The Countess opened the door and put her husband in a breastplate and cloak. The cold wind rushed in with her steps, causing Sonia to tremble and her sleepiness dissipated four points.

She was called out by her personal maid while sleeping in a daze, and then she was told that the countess and couples who should have stayed in Baierland or headed to the Verona Legion camp came to Bremy town, but they didn't know what had happened and asked them to come overnight.

"Hmph!" said the countess softly, "Look at how smart the Xia Long's family is, hiding in the military camp and home, and waiting for the winner to come out. Do you never forget that you were a soldier in your life?"

Sonya noticed that her mother's tone was a little complaining, but she was still gentle, and seemed to want to try her best to keep it and stop something.

The count was not in a good mood, and said something vaguely, and deliberately avoided his wife's eyes. Rather than explaining to her, he was talking to himself. He muttered inconsistent words, and Sonya only heard a few words such as "Your Majesty's vassal duty."

These two have just quarreled! Sonia asked quickly, behaved and cutely:

"But, why do mom and dad come here?

“Shouldn’t I be responsible for this meeting?”

"The situation has changed," the count touched his daughter's head and said warmly, "I will attend today's imperial meeting. Your Majesty may ask about some military affairs, it is better for me to attend. You go back to Beyerland."

"William~" Countess Elena looked unhappy and held her arms around the door. Sonia saw that the servants who came with her were holding several booklets in addition to their luggage, with the titles "Financial Report to His Majesty the King" and "Virtual Talks of the Ministry of Finance of Baierland".

These were written by representatives of citizens who were expelled from the meeting the day before yesterday. After they left the venue, they hid in an indoor tennis court to shelter from the wind and did not want to go home empty-handedly.

These gentlemen came to the meeting from afar, thinking that they would be respected and courteous. Who would have thought that the elders and wizards would not take them seriously at all, and that the industrial and commercial masters of the capital and other provinces would be the most convenient way to pay taxes honestly. If they were not polite, let the miracle of the Baiyelan soldiers and the Selected Sacrifice teach them what the truth is. The fat pig who was about to cook at night actually bargained with the chef!

The citizen representative who realized that he was a fat pig was first half full by the elders and wizards, and then filled them with fullness in the north wind. Everyone was angry and excitedly issued a declaration. In this tennis court declaration, the request of the angry representatives was one step further than the non-representative and tax payment at the meeting.

"If we are not constitutional, we will not play!"

This statement requires a fundamental reform of the parliamentary system of Baierland. The system that was originally dominated by the king, the senate and the wizards would strip away a large part of the decision-making power and hand it over to the industrial and commercial masters and citizens. The representatives wrote printed brochures overnight to spread the people like wildfires. A copy was also received in the living room of Lamore.

Representatives of the citizen class pointed out the scene of the kingdom's finances going bankrupt, the continuous wars, rebellions and mysterious disasters, the subscription of over-issued bonds was extremely bad, and the soon-to-maturity bonds were actually impossible to repay.

The kingdom's fiscal deficit has reached an astonishing point, and the hit troops are not replenished in time with timely supplies and manpower. Cultists and rebels are more rampant than ever before, and even publicly killing a demigod.

If there is another defeat like the Teutonic-Rume battle, or if an evil god tries to come, Baieran's rule over the world will collapse.

If the tax system cannot be fundamentally reformed and the unscrupulous extravagance and waste of the military and the government cannot be controlled, a good financial situation will be impossible to talk about.

If we cannot fundamentally reform the current parliamentary system and tax system reform, we will have no way to talk about prudent military and government expenditures.

In short, the citizens' representatives demanded the establishment of a great National Assembly to replace the Senate and the Arcane Parliament. The country's major policies and bills should not only be recognized by nobles, wizards and extraordinary people, but also by merchants and business owners.

It is said that King Aleurus was preparing to declare the Great National Assembly illegal and demanded that it be dissolved by itself; if he did not follow, the Imperial Guards and Assault Cavalry units would let everyone see the scene on January 22, 1444 again.

"This is illogical," the Count said seriously, "Your Majesty will definitely not mobilize the army to interfere in the parliament. Some people are forging the holy will."

"William!" Countess Elena was anxious to jump, and grabbed her husband's arm to keep him, "You are an elder now!"

"You leave immediately, I will take Jill to the imperial meeting. Come back after confirming the situation." The Count walked out with a gloomy face and waved casually.

Sonya only felt a hot and fierce murderous intent sweeping silently, making her mind shattered. It was very strange and somewhat familiar, and inexplicably a bit like Griffith's breath. She subconsciously retreated, and the countess who grabbed her husband's arm fell on the soft chair like flowers ravaged by frost.

The Count did not apologize, and disappeared at the door without even looking at it. The Countess bit her blood-colored lips and turned her head.

Did they have a big fight on the way to come? Sonia sat next to the Countess, thinking about comforting words. Before she could say it, the Countess was already crying:

"Sonya, you can't find a wooden man in the future!"

...

At 6:15, Count Lamor came to the vicinity of Wuyou Palace and took a carriage to the imperial meeting.

As citizens' representatives from other provinces insisted on holding a wide national meeting, their supporters came like a tide, and the situation in the towns of Bremy and Baierland was quite chaotic.

The imperial meeting was temporarily moved from Wuyou Palace to a densely forested and dark valley more than ten miles away. The Mark Aleurus Antonis guard flag team arranged three layers of internal and external alerts here, each of which was covered with arrow towers, deer villages and horse-resisted horses, and patrols day and night by the Imperial Guard soldiers and the Extraordinary Squad. The king's room and conference room are located at the deepest point, and only those important figures with the license can enter.

Earl Lamore was summoned, and he brought his only assistant, Adult Knight, Gil de Ace, to the waiting room on the second floor without any obstacles.

They stood in the cold hall, Jill carrying a bulging briefcase containing the documents and materials for today's report. The nobles and officers hurriedly walked past, and no one paid attention to the commander of the army and his assistants.

Valley/span>"It's so chaotic," the count was full of worries, and regretted his attitude towards his wife when he went out. He asked for trouble and said a few words to his assistant, "A lot of things happened recently, but the Sacrifice of the Chosen will bring about the miracle of the gods, and everything will be fine."

Jill de Ace came from a noble family. Unlike Griffith, he was not Shutoral, but a young candidate who could inherit the title. The Ace family has been a loyal vassal of the Lamore family for many years and is a trustworthy subordinate and partner.

Despite the great gap between age and status, Jill whispered, "Maybe it's not a good time now, but I heard something, Lord Earl."

"Oh? What's the matter? Please tell me."

"Captain Griffith... Yes, I heard that the Knights of Ravennell and Anjou were... and used to be..."

"Oh, that's the matter...I know." The Count nodded and said that he knew.

Who hasn't been there yet, right? Just like myself, before I met Ailena, I never thought I would fall in love with others...

Count William de Lamore thought of many things in an instant, and his mentality almost exploded. He hurriedly restrained his emotions and recalled the details of today's report to avoid making a fool of himself.

Just beside him, Jill's eyes suddenly shone. He lowered his voice and whispered in a voice that only two could hear:

"I can resurrect her! Lord Earl, do you think I should tell the Knight?"

What?! Earl Lamor stared into Jill's eyes in surprise.

"I'm telling it true, sir," the second-level captain continued, "I heard the distant voice saying to me that the Sacrifice of the Chosen will bring about the miracle of life, and that is an eternal miracle!"

"The noble gods will come, and the door to the new world will be open. We will receive amazing gifts at a small price."

“!!!”

The Count raised his hand and patted the second-level team leader, almost knocking him to the ground: "Shen Yan, you idiot, where is the loyalty and faith of the Paladin?"

The Count realized that he had to scold this young man with a scattered thought, and asked him to go to the interrogator to explain his beliefs. On this matter, a general opened the door and shouted to him:

"William, Your Majesty summons you!"

"yes!"

At 6:40, the Count quickly walked into the conference room.

The meeting had begun. The king looked at the documents while listening to the reports of the cabinet members, generals and nobles. There were about 20 nobles and officers around the table. When the count brought Jill in, the king looked up and took a look and accepted the greetings of the two.

Jill, who was traveling with him, seemed very nervous to see such a scene for the first time. He applied for it and hurried into the bathroom.

The Count retreated to a corner of the room and began to prepare for a report later. Jill soon came back, prepared materials beside him, and put the briefcase at the corner of the table.

The meeting was discussing the Chosen, and the prince and some of the most famous family members joined the trial. According to the news sent back last night, another group of selected people were eliminated in the confrontation at sea. The Chosen Emblem is gathering with the most promising candidates.

This is good news. As long as a miracle comes, everything will be fine.

The second issue was the war in Verona. Earl Lamor was very familiar with this. Before the autumn, he led the army to spend a lot of time there. Countless rebels were like weeds in the fields, cutting a batch and growing new ones. General MacDonald gave an isolation plan to establish security and non-police areas in the local area. He was in the mood to be excited and pointed at the combat map on the table from time to time. This view is very novel and may be able to deal with the dilemma there. Earl Lamor became interested and leaned over to the table to see the marks on the map clearly.

After a while, the general's report was about to end. The count hurriedly put away his thoughts and prepared to report. However, Jill, who was carrying the materials, disappeared.

Seeing that there was still time, Count Lamor rushed out of the room and prepared to retrieve the careless little assistant. However, there was no one in the lounge and bathroom outside, only the orderly officer was there, saying that the second-level squad leader had just gone out.

"Griffiths wouldn't make such mistakes!"

The Count had no choice but to return to the conference room, preparing to complete the entire report based on his memory.

He felt inexplicably that he seemed to have missed something particularly important!

The Count, who was surprised and puzzled, opened the door and saw the king and his ministers, could only bite the bullet and take steps.

"boom!"

As the count's heel struck the floor, a terrifying psionic wave descended.

At that moment, Count Lamor saw the big figure in the venue flashing with shield arcs, densely as terrifying as a thunderstorm night.:.

He watched his shield crack, and the scorching wind swept him and the two officers at the door back.

It was 7:13, and a violent explosion occurred at the imperial meeting.
Chapter completed!