Chapter 1084 (1/2)
No one likes the imperial parliament, but they hate it in a variety of ways - those who can't get in are full of resentment, and those who get in repeatedly question why they want to come in.
After 300 years of evolution, this aristocratic assembly, which was once organized to collect taxes and recruit troops, has gradually become the highest power unit of the Empire, a competition for interests integrating a series of powers such as administration, law enforcement, legislation and decision-making;
Hundreds of nobles with ”political privilege” gathered together, biting each other and competing for every piece of fat flesh or bone.
In a sense, the reason why the empire is an empire depends on the fact that the imperial Parliament can accurately implement every order of the emperor.
Everyone knows her disadvantages - corruption, old-fashioned, rigid and inefficient... This organ of power condenses all the real power of the Empire except the Emperor himself, refuses all changes and occupies every position;
So that every member of Parliament can find out which chair belongs to his family in Parliament by tracing the family tree.
For this power monster, let alone passing a controversial law, that is, slightly changing the position of a chair or changing a new chair may cause towering waves and open and secret fights among several or even dozens of ancient families.
Wise as Brandon I, heroic as the ”Dragon Queen”, smart as Eckhardt II... All have nothing to do with this power monster and can only make an article on their own front cabinet.
This is true for the emperor, and even more so for metterne Leopold, the seal minister.
Every time he walked into this ”sacred Palace”, he felt like he was squeezed into his pigsty in his hometown in the countryside of East Saxony. Countless pigs were shouting and yelling. Then he plunged his head into the food trough and swallowed pig food mixed with bean dregs and all kinds of unnamed coarse grains.
Every time he talked to them, metterne felt that he was talking to a group of stupid pigs; As the seal minister, he must often talk to them. It seems that he is becoming more and more stupid day by day.
From the beginning to the present, these imperial nobles have almost exposed their cowardice, faithfulness and cold-blooded ruthlessness.
When pleading, I want to kneel down and try my best to drive them away without help. As soon as the situation is tense, I quickly order them to ”fulfill their obligations”, and turning my face is faster than turning a book.
In the absence of the emperor, they seem to really regard themselves as the rulers of the Empire; I really think that without the authority of the emperor, they can also order these men with military power to be obedient and obedient to themselves.
Metterne felt speechless after looking at the two motions on hand ”corresponding to the prohibition of the Duke of El mans and his army's control of important urban defense facilities in the imperial capital” and ”rejecting the right of Bain's Legion to use important military materials and granaries in the imperial capital”.
If you don't hand over those urban defense facilities to Archduke Yuli vilz, who is loyal to the Empire, will you entrust them to the private soldiers of these nobles?
Or do they think they can control Byrne's Legion by controlling logistics? Really, when these knights from the south are very hungry, they don't dare to connive at soldiers to loot in the street or even capture granaries?
Shaking his head, the tired seal minister was awakened by the buzzing noise in his ears and dragged back to reality from meditation.
The familiar quarrels and shouting made him extremely bored - that was the noise that had never stopped around his ears since he began politics in his youth.
”We must order them, control them! Limit them!”
Amid the buzzing noise in the main hall of the heavenly palace, an old voice suddenly stood out, and its loud voice was comparable to that of young people:
”Distinguished lords and humble servants of the Holy Cross, I don't need the guard outside the door to tell me that there are a group of robbers and villains in our great capital, because I see the Byrnes and elmans coming!”
”These Southern barons, their mountain people and serfs regard our great Golovin, the embodiment of civilization and nobility, as their stone fortress and civil shelter, showing their rudeness and barbarity!”
”Yes. I know someone must be in a hurry to argue for them now! Well, come on! Let's discuss all day and night what barbaric acts they have committed!”
The old aristocrat's hair fell off, his eyebrows were gray, his face was wrinkled, his saliva splashed, his bent waist and haggard arms swung up and down with his excited words:
”But before that, we must first order them and make their soldiers obey their innate mission;”
”We must control them and let these savage and rude people know how to submit to civilization;”
”We must limit their movements so that the great Golovin will not be destroyed by barbarism!”
As he blurted out his tough words one by one, cheers broke out one after another in the hall; Shouts and applause, opposition and cheers were heard all the time.
Until a new voice joins in.
”This is a crime!”
A young nobleman suddenly interrupted the cheering and stood up with bloody black eyes and a hollow face: ”Dear adults, we can't ignore an important fact, that is, these brave soldiers from Armand and Bain have defended our imperial capital Golovin!”
”Think about it, without their existence, could we still sit here so safely and talk about the future of the Empire; without their courage, wouldn't the Azores rush into our city, burn, kill and plunder?!”
”They protect us, we need them, not turn over!”
”And what is this honorable adult doing just now? He doesn't trust them! He doesn't trust the brave Byrne knights and brave Flemish soldiers who have protected us!”
”So I'd like to give you a suggestion. Look at your head and look at the sky palace where we are - she doesn't belong to saklan, she belongs to the great saklan empire!”
”It is a great country composed of sakran, lottel, Byrne, Elman, Arles, Boye and eboden; I doubt that your biased and narrow head can not even accommodate so many names!”
Listening to the excited cheers and boos from behind, the bloodless young nobleman clenched his fist excitedly, so that there was a trace of madness in his expression:
”The great country that makes up the empire is not only saklan, and our emperor is not only the emperor of saklan people. Naturally, our great and civilized imperial parliament is also the parliament of the whole empire, not just saklan!”
”If our honorable Lord doesn't think so, please ask him to lead his family and servants to the front line to fight the Azores! If not, please shut your mouth, stand aside and give this honor to its people!”
As the young man's ”resolute” words fell, the foaming old nobleman stood up again: ”so in the young gentleman's view, we should tolerate these savage soldiers to rob and destroy our city?”
”On the contrary, we should reflect on what caused these brave people to obtain what should belong to them in this disgraceful way!”
”Then we should give them the city defense, give them all our possessions, seize the last copper plate of the poor, grovel to them and beg them to protect our city?”
”Wrong! Our rigid and narrow-minded Sir doesn't seem to realize that protecting the great imperial capital from harm is not only our duty, but also their obligation!”
”Due duty? I don't know how the young gentleman is going to persuade these savage and rough soldiers and uncles to fulfill their duty?”
”Although the answer is obvious, I know your narrow mind can never take this into account - that is, we should accept them and let them become us!”
”Accept them?”