Blackstone Code Chapter 1240: Cumulonimbus
The room was very quiet. Facing the questions raised by Lynch, these nobles began to calm down and think seriously.
There is no noise in the quiet environment. Don't worry about the poor sound insulation of noble houses. For some secrets, they will always take various measures to keep secrets, and sound insulation is one of them.
The little earl's mind is very active, he can't help but start to pull the flower collar, which will make him feel a little tight and a little breathless.
The beads of sweat on their foreheads reflected the light in the light, and everyone was clearly starting to feel uneasy.
The little earl looked at Lynch who was sitting quietly, his eyes swept over the others, and finally returned to him, "I don't know how to say it, but I have a clear feeling of fear. "
Lynch nodded, "Yes, fear, that's normal."
"Actually I'm afraid too."
"The Commonwealth has more than tripled its military spending this year, and with some projects to come, it will be even higher, as will Gefra."
"In order to gain an advantage in the war that we don't know when it will break out, we put all the funds that should have been used for social construction and improving people's lives into preparations for the war as early as possible!"
"Our country is like a madman at the gaming table, mad, constantly putting the chips in their pockets on the betting area in front of them."
"The more chips they put down, the more eager they are to see results."
"Whether it's good or bad!"
People nodded. Some of them have experienced the feeling that when winning or losing has swayed their sanity, they put all their money on the gambling table in a fever.
After putting it down, their only thought is to "open", whether it is to open the card, open the cup, or open the lottery, they don't care anymore, they just want to see the result!
With more and more investment for so many years, the development of some social types has almost stagnated, and the anger of the people at the bottom has accumulated.
If this anger is not unleashed before it reaches its peak, a civil unrest is bound to break out!
No one can keep their nerves on edge all the time, not even a merciful God!
Lynch looked out the window. It was obvious that someone was talking and working outside the window, but he couldn't hear the slightest sound.
He turned his head and continued, "On the way I came here today, I found that the whole society of Gevra has not changed much from a few years ago."
"The roadside is full of signs that looked outdated a few years ago. People's faces don't see that kind of smile that is satisfied with life, only the indifference that can't lift their heads under pressure."
"They can't wait too long, and if the war doesn't break out within five years, the string will snap!"
"The finances will go bankrupt and the people will not take it!"
The little earl agreed with Lynch's words, and he was also thinking seriously.
In the past few years, there has been little news in the middle and lower classes of society, except for some news in military, technology and diplomacy.
Everything is so tense, depressing, full of twilight!
On the contrary, the situation in Amelia is better. Various innovations can still be seen in the society, and people's faces still have expectations for the outside world!
This topic is heavy, the former Gefrans were not afraid of war, but now...they don't think so.
They may not be the Federation's opponents in the naval battle. In addition, the Federation's fleet was sniped by bombers in the Oxhorn Strait, and the fleet alone can no longer gain an advantage in the coastal waters!
With the development of the times and the advancement of science and technology, the advantages of Gavra are being stripped away layer by layer!
The atmosphere in the room was a little dull, and once the war started, Amelia would definitely not be able to escape.
In fact, the Ameria region is also actively preparing for war, but as the core of the new economy, it is difficult for people to find the things behind things.
The new nobles, who have just tasted the joy of making money, resist the instinct of war.
Once the war breaks out, their business is likely to be ruined!
While the little Count was about to say something, someone knocked on the door.
The little earl's mother, the former countess, stood outside the door, with a gentle smile on her face, "Everyone is here, the ball can begin..."
The Gefra people like to hold all kinds of dances and banquets, and this has also been inherited by the Federals, so Lynch is no stranger.
The atmosphere became especially lively when the group appeared at the ball.
There are many beautiful girls and handsome boys here, most of them are from various modeling agencies, and they are often invited to various parties.
These beautiful young girls and handsome boys are like disposable items for this kind of party.
When they please those important and distinguished guests, they will be "discarded" at will.
They kept appearing in such and such gatherings, and they played a very hurtful role every time, but they still wouldn't refuse such an arrangement.
In a country where the class is completely solidified, if you want to climb up, you can no longer rely on hard work, but also pay!
It's possible that all the hard work won't get any return in the end, but as long as there is a return, it will be a complete change for them!
The little Earl's ball for Lynch was lively. In His Excellency the Prime Minister's study, he was also talking about the object of the ball, Lynch.
Sit across from him is a high noble in the Privy Council, a duke.
The dukes of Gavra are quite rare, and in recent years, they have basically stopped being canonized as dukes, especially hereditary titles.
The title of duke in front of the Prime Minister comes from when Emperor Gefra I founded the kingdom. As one of the biggest lords at the time, his ancestors offered loyalty to the Gefra Empire in exchange for a hereditary duke title.
Inherited to this day, incomparably noble!
"...This is not a good signal!", the Prime Minister's subordinates were sitting not so straight, a little lazy, their bodies were slightly tilted to one side, their elbows were pressing on the right armrest, supporting their weight.
The noble is very particular about etiquette and demeanor. The reason why he shows such casualness is because the person opposite him has a very close relationship with him.
Not just "colleagues", but relatives.
In fact, the great nobles of the Federation are basically relatives, and they are also relatives to the royal family.
In order to maintain their rule, the royal family will always let some princesses marry the heirs of the big nobles. At the same time, some princes will become big nobles after they become independent, and they will also marry the daughters of some big nobles.
Someone once joked about the infighting of Gaevra's ruling class, believing it to be a family infighting.
No matter who loses or wins in the end, imperial power will not flow into the hands of those outside the ruling class!
For example, the Prime Minister at this moment, going back several generations, his grandmother was once the princess of the royal family.
So, he is actually the brother of His Majesty the Emperor.
Then the power is either in his hands or in the hands of the royal family, but in fact it is in the hands of the rulers of royal blood.
The same goes for the Imperial Duke opposite him, whose grandmother is the Imperial Princess.
His Excellency the Prime Minister closed his eyes and rested for a while. He is too old to use his eyes too much to make his vision too blurred. Resting for a while can alleviate this situation.
While he was resting, the room remained silent, and His Excellency the Duke knew that his words were not finished.
About ten seconds later, His Excellency the Prime Minister wrapped his mouth and said, "If the Commonwealth were introduced in this incident, there would be too many uncertainties."
"We should have done it earlier..."
There is a little regret in the tone, and a little bit of complaint.
His Excellency the Duke looks to be around sixty years old, thin and energetic.
He wears a very luxurious crimson and gold-trimmed aristocratic costume, which gives him a dignity that ordinary people don't have.
"It doesn't depend on our thoughts. The opinions of the Privy Council have not been unified so far. There is no problem in starting earlier, but what should we do after the results come out?"
"Competing with other countries while discussing who will control the country?"
After the Prime Minister proposed to end the imperial rule, the Privy Council immediately responded positively. How the royal family deprived the Privy Council of its powers, and now how the Privy Council gave the emperor a desperate blow.
But before it is certain that the monarchy is to be overthrown and a new political system is established, there is one more question to be resolved - who has the final say ~IndoMTL.com~ and how.
Some people respect the election system of the federal people, turning the Privy Council into a Congress. These nobles are members of Congress. No matter who is in power, they are no bigger than the Privy Council.
It looks great, but they have some further ideas, like a hereditary replacement system for MPs...
They want to hold on to these rights forever!
There are also people who propose to abolish the royal family altogether, restore the "aristocratic government" system, and turn the Privy Council into the actual governing body of Gefra.
Everyone has their own ideas, and each group of people has their own goals. Even now, they have not been well unified.
The nobles in the Privy Council can't unite their opinions, and the final attack on the royal family cannot be carried out.
If the nobles of the Privy Council do not reach ideological unity and blindly overthrow the current monarchy, it will be a disaster for this country!
His Excellency the Prime Minister picked up a piece of deerskin and wiped his glasses, "History has told us countless times that we cannot change the minds of those who stand on different positions with us in a short period of time."
"Blood is needed for change, either theirs or ours!"
His Excellency the Prime Minister put his glasses back on, "We're running out of time!"
The Duke then responded affirmatively.
That night, some secret police began to work, and it was all hidden in the dark.
At nine o'clock the next day, when Lynch first entered the dining room, the little earl was already waiting for him.
"Today there is a regular meeting of nobles in the Privy Council, and all nobles in the imperial capital must attend, including you..."