blackstone code

Chapter 1243 Still Untitled
When the first prince heard his father say "the chance is slim", his brain buzzed and his ears rang.

When the eyes turned, the world in his eyes seemed to have some dragging afterimages. He could no longer walk around, and sat down while holding the armrest of the chair.

His expression began to distort. All this was unfair to him. He had done nothing and was about to lose his future and power. He couldn't understand why it was him and not someone else?
It took a long time for the first prince to recover from this lost state. He licked his lips. This action was actually very low-level.

If the aristocrats had chapped lips and needed protection, they would smear their lips with an ointment made of whale oil to keep them moist.

They can't lick with their tongues, that's the method of inferior people.

"Can we... can we suppress these nobles?"

When the eldest prince said this, the emperor looked at him with a mocking look in his eyes, as if looking at the mentally retarded, "Don't be hindered by the things in front of you, and don't say such stupid things anymore !"

Of course, as a father, he still explained a little bit, "The mobilization of the army either requires the cooperation of the military department, or I will directly let those generals lead the troops back."

"But no matter which method is used, it will not succeed."

He said in silence for a while, "None of us want a civil war to break out, we can lose, but we can't be Gefla's sinners, kid..."

In fact, he didn't explain many things to the eldest prince. The rapid changes in things since the prime minister seized power made people unable to keep up with the rhythm of the aristocratic group.

The loss of financial power is just one of the manifestations of the aristocratic group reaching out to the imperial power. He thought that if the financial power was lost to the prime minister, it would not cause more problems. He himself did not realize that the prime minister who gained power would not be satisfied with the status quo. To overthrow the rule of the royal family.

After all, at the time it seemed that the prime minister would not last long, he was too old, and war would break out in a few years.

Such a compromise behavior of handing over power to the nobles is tantamount to decompressing the long-standing hatred between the two sides, and the confrontation between the two sides will weaken, and then he will centralize power when the war breaks out.

But who would have imagined that the prime minister would overthrow the royal family in just "a few days" just because he wanted to reduce the nobles' opinions on the royal family a little bit?

He even felt that...the Prime Minister's mascot for decades was preparing for this day!

This treacherous, vile and despicable fraudster—this is the shortcoming of lack of vocabulary, and he can't even vent his curses.

In his mind, the prime minister at this time is no longer the background board who smiles all day long, attends various events instead of him and doesn't talk much, that is a poisonous snake, a hungry wolf!
But he is not completely without opportunities, he is waiting, just like the prime minister has been waiting for a long time, he must also be patient, waiting for the opportunity that does not know if it may appear.

Lynch spent the whole noon in the Privy Council, and the Privy Council seemed to have returned to the way it was when it was first established, and began to try to deal with the work of some countries.

Of course, they have no power in their hands. In the end, they will submit their opinions to the Prime Minister, and the Prime Minister will approve it as appropriate.

The two sides are in the honeymoon period of mutual cooperation. As long as the bill is not particularly distorted, the Prime Minister will give a positive result.

This also made many nobles more determined to restore the glory of the Privy Council and make the deliberation system the ruling body of this country again!

And this also allowed Lynch to see the camp and "disunity" among the nobles.

At the final stage of the discussion, someone proposed to reduce the investment in Amélia and transfer some funds and resources back to the island.

And the nobleman cited the statement that the ministers and emperors of the Ameria region were eaten at the beginning. They wanted to cultivate the Ameria region and then supplement it to feed back the island.

Now that the development of Amelia is getting faster and faster, everyone has seen that the new generation of nobles are making too much money there, and their eyes are already red.

This obviously wrong discussion should not have been brought up for discussion, but because many nobles supported it, there were also many nobles who opposed it.

The little count clutched the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands. He was very nervous and very unhappy.

He expressed his opinion just now, but just after he said a few words, people ignored his existence, and no one even continued to look at him!
He felt humiliated like a superfluous person, or someone who didn't exist, or...someone who wasn't important anyway!

Most of the people around Lynch were also like this, they all seemed very nervous, and this was related to their future.

Once the Privy Council agrees to this idea, and if the Prime Minister agrees, it means that the new generation of nobles will lose their future.

"We have to do something!" whispered the little count, "it's too passive to do nothing!"

He looked at the nobles with a kind of anger and a touch of hatred in his eyes, and the expressions of the others were not very good.

Relying on the relatively long history of their families, these nobles have always shown a haughty and arrogant attitude towards the new generation of small nobles.

In fact, this is not an incredible thing. How can a group of nobles who died in one life and died in the second generation compare with those nobles who have passed on for a long time?
For these nobles, like Lynch and his ilk, they can only be regarded as ordinary people who are slightly better than ordinary people. After all, they are still ordinary people!

There is not much power, and the family cannot pass it on. They may indeed get along for decades, but after a few decades, these people and their descendants will disappear.

Why do those nobles have too much friendship with these destined to disappear?

Aristocrats can also be realistic at times.

Lynch shook his head slightly, "Those great nobles and ministers know the value of Amelia better than these people, and they won't agree."

Then he said, "But it's not my style to do nothing. Maybe we can make them trouble."

The little earl's eyes lit up, "What are you going to do?"

"Beat them!"

When Lynch said this, the little Earl obviously didn't take it seriously. He only thought that Lynch was joking, and echoed, "That's a good idea, call me along."

He thought this was the Privy Council, which was not so private, so Lynch didn't say it. He really didn't think beating nobles was a good way of revenge.

The intermittent discussions finally came to an end after one o'clock, and a group of people left the Privy Council hungry.

Some people cursed regardless of demeanor, while others kept fake smiles.

After returning, the little count talked about this problem again.

"How do you plan to deal with them?" He asked this question enthusiastically.

In Lynch's eyes, the little earl was like a dog!

Of course, this kind of metaphor is rude, but it is also very vivid, and this is what he sees.

He was holding a meaty bone in his hand, and the little count was bouncing left and right, waiting for the moment when he would yell "Go" and throw the meaty bone.

Lynch said without thinking too much, "If you want to vent your anger, find a reason to beat them up."

"As long as the reason is justified, these people will not have any opinions on you. Don't look at them ignoring our existence now, but when it comes time to choose, they hope that we can stand with them."

"In addition to these..." Lynch pursed his lips, "Maybe you can try to chat with the prime minister, the attitude of the governor of Ameria is very ambiguous."

"And you represent a kind of power, a kind of possibility, the Prime Minister will not ignore your existence!"

The little count was a little moved after hearing this.

In fact, he himself didn't know how important he was.

Amelia cannot be chaotic. The governor is on the side of the emperor. Once the monarchy is overthrown, the governor's position will definitely be lost.

Even if the prime minister promised not to touch him, it was only for a while.

But it is very troublesome to move the governor. According to the various rules and systems of Gefla, the governor has quite a lot of power.

In case there is a confrontation between the governor and the island and the declaration of independence or something, this will deal a great blow to the island.

Now the nobles in the Privy Council ignore people like the Little Earl, and don't even talk about the situation of the governor of Ameria, just to paralyze these people first.

After they overthrew the monarchy, they will discuss how to solve it. The little earl is not as unimportant as he imagined. He is just inexperienced and deceived by those old actors.

A group of aristocrats who practice their acting skills in the Privy Council every day have been practicing for decades. How can the young earl see through their masks at such a young age?

Seeing that the little Earl seemed to be hesitant, Lynch took the initiative to push, "Is there anyone you particularly hate?"

The little count thought for a while, then nodded, "There was a bastard who once stood up to support my uncle's succession to the title..."

Lynch was very satisfied, "Then we'll beat him up!"

After hearing this, the little count was a little moved and worried, "I've never fought before, and will this matter make us more marginalized?"

Lynch disagreed with his opinion, "You never throw a fist, and those people always think you're a jerk."

"If you don't advocate your own views and attitudes, they will bully you casually."

"If you look at the history books seriously, the nobles in the Middle Ages often started wars because of some rumors, or because they didn't look so happy with each other."

"We are a civilized society now. We won't start wars over trivial matters, but that doesn't mean we don't defend our own glory."

"As for the question that you don't know how to fight..." Lynch touched his chin, "Clenched into a fist, just hit the bridge of that person's nose!"

The little count stood up abruptly, and he took a few steps back and forth, "Is it true that nothing will happen?"

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister, Privy Council?"

Lynch spread his hands, "At most they tell you not to cause trouble..."

The little count waved his fist, "Then when shall we beat him?"

(End of this chapter)