The Education of Love in Fast Transmigration

Morning, sunshine, breeze, dew.

Seth Snoke leaned on the balcony, half of his body leaning out.

Overlooking the entire palace, this sense of superiority that the world is in my hands is really intoxicating to the point of intoxication.

But it's just intoxication, power will corrupt people's hearts, this has always been clear in Seth's mind.

He pursues power but does not indulge in it. A decadent kingdom is not suitable for democracy. Dictatorship is the only way out for this country.

Foolish people only need to obey, obey, and obey. Under his leadership, Saint Silian will usher in a brand new day.

Moreover, such changes are not short-lived and will continue for a long time.

There was a knock on the door, and Seth got up, straightened his slightly wrinkled robe, and came to the door.

Unscrewing the doorknob, sure enough, the leopard that had attracted his full attention yesterday was looking at him with a happy face.

"Good morning, Duke." Shumo bent his right arm and bent his elbow to press his palm to his heart, which was a very standard and impeccable gentleman's courtesy.

"You have a strong sense of time." He arrived 15 minutes after he finished his breakfast. This time was neither awkward nor abrupt.

"In any case, she is Mikdo's lord's wife." Knowing that the other party would not be happy to hear this identity, Shumo seemed not afraid of offending the Jackal Duke, so he said it harshly.

Frowning slightly, Seth really didn't like the other party mentioning his identity all the time, his subordinate.

This time, he made an exception and maintained great tolerance towards Shumo.

Taking two steps back, we welcomed Shumo into the living room.

All the palaces and palaces are resplendent and magnificent.

Unexpectedly, this living room is rare and quiet, and the overall tone is gloomy.

It seems that the duke doesn't like excitement very much.

The two sat opposite each other, and the maid in a black and white dress stepped forward and poured a cup of black tea for them respectively.

Shumo nodded slightly at the maid, took the teacup, took a sip, and seeing that Seth had handled it properly, he gave Seth a wink, and Seth understood and made the maid back away.

Only Shumo and Seth were left in the living room.

Shumo didn't start talking about the weather step by step, and said very directly: "Under the Duke's governance, Saint Silian has developed very well in the past few years."

"Saint Silian needs a new life, and I just gave it back his original freedom." Seth Snoke didn't hate theocratic power or royal power, and he only blamed these two powers for mildew. The wind vane of the line has turned into a carrion weed, as if to completely corrupt and destroy the country from the inside.

Absolute power breeds absolute corruption.

Everyone understands this truth, but when a person ascends to a high position and sits in that position, the silk nets in all directions will bind the person's limbs, knowing that he can't do it, it's not from the heart.

And being driven as a puppet for too long, the toxin of power seeps into the limbs and bones, and ignores the silk screen imposed on the flesh, as if it was born to grow on oneself.

It's all involuntary, and when you sit in this position, you will know how embarrassing it is for me-many high-ranking people are so prevaricated and so eloquent.

Is power secular really so powerful?

Seth Snook doesn't believe it, he doesn't need a good name, all he wants is a good result.

Even if iron-blooded wrists are exchanged for indifference and fear, as long as the fruits of victory are plucked by him, the crushed bones on the way forward are not worth mentioning.

So he crushed the royal power and burned the divine power.

There is no need for rotten things to exist anymore.

He has never been afraid of the worldly words.

Shumo knew this, and based on this, he omitted the unnutritious politeness.

"Duke, maybe there will only be one person named Seth Snoke in Saint Silian for thousands of years, but Saint Silian will survive for a long time. Seth Snoke is gone, and there will be another Tens of thousands of people will replace him. You can guarantee decades of happiness, but you cannot continue this happiness." Taking a sip, Shumo hit the nail on the head, "After all, it is so special for a person who can not be kidnapped by the powerful. Independently, it is difficult to guarantee whether there will be a second one."

"My Duke, what Saint Silian needs is not you, but an absolutely accurate and error-free framework like you. This framework is neither royal nor divine, and the energy that drives it comes from the hearts of the people."

In the cup in front of him, the tea inside rippled in circles.

Seth Snoke looked at Shumo's cat-like round and shrewd eyes for a moment, opened his lips for a long time and said, "People's hearts? Are you sure that group of ignorant people who don't know a single word can understand how a policy affects their younger generations?" They only care about the petty profits of a day or even a moment in front of them, and they can be driven around by a small amount of sesame seeds. After the theocracy and kingship are removed, what kind of system should Saint Silian create? I have thought about it, but in my opinion, it should definitely not be the people's will. The people's hearts are too complicated and scattered, and they will eventually return to the hands of one person to centralize power. In the end, the person who actually controls the big frame will swallow it or kidnap it. A vassal is really difficult to guarantee, not to mention..." The last sentence was the key point after prolonging the tone, "I don't think I need such a thing to restrain my hands when I am in power."

Laughing, Seth's being so direct made Shumo feel bad about holding back.

Should it be said that it is a jackal?

Even his own selfish desires are revealed so frankly.

"The spreading thread naturally needs to be restrained by the controller, otherwise it will be like a mess, wasting a good system. What lasts longer than St. Silian is the endless masses of people. To put it bluntly, one day even St. Silian Silian was annexed by neighboring countries, and the people flowing with the blood of Saint Silian will never be cut off, and one day, they will revive this destroyed country." Shumo said these words with great momentum, and then, The subject changed, and the words softened a lot, almost in a negotiating tone: "The people are not stupid and hopeless. Of course, people have selfish desires, but after a long period of good education rooted in their hearts, beasts can also become Gentleman, the stupidity of the people is not unchangeable, the overthrown theocracy is corrupt, he not only imprisoned the royal power, but also turned the supposedly smart people of Saint Silian into illiterate and cowardly insects."

Speaking of this, Shumo put down the cup and frosted the edge of the cup, and looked back at Seth calmly, "The church has spent 300 years fooling Saint Silian, don't you have the confidence to make the people of Saint Silian Are you shrewd? Who can guarantee that there will be no second Seth Snooker among them, what they lack is just an opportunity."

"Making the people smarter?" Seth immediately caught the deep meaning, "You are really the strangest and most daring person in thousands of years."

It is unbelievable and sensational to make commoners and nobles on an equal footing.

But no matter how sensational it is, Esset's sharp political vision can also see the true meaning of it.

The country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change, but the three-view order framework that restricts the nature is the result of the subtle influence of the external environment day after day.

The powerful influence of the environment can gradually infuse a good person into a bad guy, and it can also make a villain have to retract his claws under pressure.

Seth just said that this idea is very bold, but he did not immediately deny the feasibility of this idea, nor did he show disdainful eyes while denying it like other upper-class people—how could commoners have the same noble and sacred knowledge as nobles? Woolen cloth?

Education has always been linked to theocracy, and non-believers (belief also requires a threshold) are not allowed to be educated.

This concept has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is as firm as a rock and cannot be shaken.

If it were another dignitary, it would be impossible for Shumo to confide in such shocking and rebellious thoughts.

But this person is Seth, the jackal who destroyed the church and emptied the royal power, and took over the chief executive officer of St. Silian's military and political power.

Although he is a dictator, he does not close his eyes and listen.

If there is a way of salvation that is more suitable for Saint Silian than dictatorship, he believes that the Duke will readily accept it.

After all, the duke was a true patriot.

This cognition is the conclusion he has drawn from his eight years of continuous observation.

As long as the lords from all over the world slander and flatter for their own desires, the Duke will never be soft in dealing with it. If the Duke does not wish for Saint Silian to be well, the letter he sent to the Duke in the name of Yue will not get a reply.

"Aimer, you wrote that letter back then, right?" Seth also asked when he thought of the letter.

Without saying a word, Shumo maintained a decent smile, "Since the Duke knows everything, there is no need to ask." As he said that, Shumo blinked playfully, "I also want to keep a little secret."

The room echoed with the man's hearty laughter, and Seth thought it was the happiest morning he'd ever had.

Afterwards, the two stopped arguing on the topic of "making the people smarter". They began to talk about poetry and songs, and even talked about the superb singing skills of the heroine in Wangcheng's new opera, and about the upcoming continuous How boring is the rainy season.

When it was time for lunch, Seth entertained Shumo with an authentic Wangcheng feast in a very hospitable way.

After drinking and eating, Seth sent Shumo to the carriage.

Holding Shumo's hand and sending him up the steps, Seth said, "I will consider that proposal carefully, and I hope to wait for your letter again."

Lord Mikdo will return to his fief after being sealed, and it is impossible for Shumo, who is nominally the wife of the lord, to stay in the royal city.

Although it is a pity, this meeting that had to end at the beginning will not happen again in a short time.

"I hope that today's time can become a beautiful memory for you and me. This is not the end but the beginning." Released his hand, Shumo entered the carriage, the driver closed the door, and the maid took the steps.

The long leather whip hit the horse's back, and the tall horse neighed, dragging the carriage and moving forward at a constant speed.

Looking at the afterimage of the car driving away, Seth Snoke did not leave for a long time.

Thoughts surged in my heart.

As the actual person in power of St. Silian, what he thinks about is not what to do with the new national policy in the future, or pondering over the rare views raised by the other party during this meeting.

At this moment, Seth Snoke was only thinking as a man.

Think about very natural, very primitive desires.

Of course, those tall and exaggerated things occupied his thinking.

But in the end, it all settled on one idea.

He will get this guy.

Whether it is for selfishness or utilitarianism.

This is not a misty idea, but a determination.

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The journey back to the city was still long and tedious. After attending the conferring ceremony in the afternoon, Shumo and Yue stayed in Wangcheng for a day before heading back to Mikodo.

Before boarding the train, Yue still worriedly asked, "Are you really not going to stay for a few more days?"

Shumo didn't play like a fish in water as he did in Mikdo, which surprised Yue.

"It's not my own home, no matter how you play, it's a bit restrictive." After that, Shumo got on the train first, and Yue had no choice but to follow in the master's footsteps.

Leaning on Yue's shoulder, Shumo closed his eyes. Seeing this, Yue adjusted his sitting posture so that Shumo could lean more comfortably.

Of course, Yue heard the rumors that had been raging in Wangcheng these days.

Seth Snoke, the chief consul of St. Silian, who was known as the jackal, chatted happily with the male lord's wife from Mikdor, and the two even spent a whole morning in the palace.

When the two were alone, even the maid who mixed the tea was sent out, and the lonely and widowed men lived in the same room... A lot of things happened in this.

He obviously didn't see it with his own eyes, but Wang Chengzhong's gaudy jokes about the two of them were derived.

The aristocratic ladies in Wangcheng always like to repost some jokes about high-class people when they have nothing to do, and even if they are beyond recognition, they still talk about it with great interest.

After the month was sealed, several lords even cast a sympathetic look at him, as if they had already seen the green top hat on the moon.

This makes Yue dumbfounded.

His own Lord himself is not clear?

Although these rumors sounded like that, Yue saw the flaws in them at a glance.

They said that the hero who loves vanity and flirtatiousness doesn't even like his original partner, let alone sell his body for vanity.

This group of people...

Touching Shumo's hair, Yue's eyes were full of trust and pampering.

The old butler William, who was waiting by the side, was very relieved to see that the lord was not affected by the rumors at all.

Sure enough, this group of people just didn't like the goodness of the lord and the lord's wife.

There is no conflict between the two of them. The lord's wife and the Duke of Snoke are friends with each other in an open and aboveboard manner in order to maintain the lord's status. It can also be said to be so ugly.

Thinking of this, William suddenly didn't have a good opinion of those so-called nobles and lords.

The journey when they came was noisy and hilarious, but on the way back, the two cuddled up to each other, there were not many words, and some were only tacit companionship.

"Roy, why didn't you ask?"

Maybe the journey was too long, or maybe it was really boring.

Shumo took the initiative to say this, and there were others around, and he called Yue Luoyi.

Roy Munn, this is the alias that Shumo decided on for Yue after thousands of choices.

"I swear to be by your side, life and death will never leave." Without explaining why, Yue just emphasized the original oath again.

William on the side was also very shocked when he heard Yue's words.

Although there are very loving couples in the upper class, they will never make a vow to live together and die together.

He originally thought that the lord loves the lord's wife deeply, but he didn't expect to love him to such a deep extent.

With a bright smile, Shumo said gently: "Even if you say that, you promised me that I would live a good life. You can't break your promise."

Seeing that Yue didn't respond for a long time, Shumo raised his head and saw Yue's eyes full of tenderness like water.

Such a profound expression was well concealed in an instant.

Does his paladin have such feelings for him?

Shumo knew it, but didn't want to reveal it.

The influence of the contract is very powerful, and it will eliminate the possibility of the paladin developing a good impression on others.

Yue's world is too narrow, he is the only choice.

Such concentration is not love but necessity.

I hope Yue will wake up soon.

A month after the two of them returned to Mikdo, the letter from Wangcheng was sent to the Lord's Mansion.

The signature was Seth Snoke. When he received this letter, the old butler William was rather melancholy.

He first handed the letter to Yue, and Yue took the letter and saw that the recipient wrote Aimer, so she didn't open the seal, "If there is a letter from the Duke of Snooker to Aimer in the future, don't go through mine. Hand, you just give it to him."

"But your lord..." Although William also believed that his noble and elegant lord's wife would not have anything to do with the Duke of Snoke...but...but...

"You just do it." Yue returned the letter to William, his face was normal, and he didn't have the slightest feeling of jealousy or doubt in his heart.

If Seth Snoke didn't have the title of Duke and the position of Chief Consul, he might really worry a little or two, and his panic would be difficult to calm down.

On the other side, after receiving the letter presented by William, Shumo first asked, "Roy asked you to give it to me?"

The housekeeper couldn't help thinking... This is a damned tacit couple.

"The lord said that in the future, as long as there are letters sent to you by the Duke of Snooker, they will be submitted directly to you, and he will not interfere." William truthfully relayed Yue's words.

Shumo deftly opened the letter, but he disapproved very much: "He has to ask, he may need to help with some things." Obviously, he looked proud of being cheap and being obedient.

Huh~

The old butler William said that this wave of dog food refused to eat.

After scanning through the letter at a glance, Shumo said inwardly, as expected of Seth Snoke with political insight, he just mentioned a few words, this person has a preliminary implementation outline in just a month.

Seeing that the other party is so upright, Shumo doesn't plan to hold back any longer.

Let William take the parchment and quill, Shumo wrote, and a stream of beautiful cursive characters jumped onto the paper.

The old butler William who accompanied him from afar began to praise his excellent wife of the lord every day again - she is good-looking, good-natured, excellent in ability, high in education, and also writes in beautiful, unheard-of beautiful handwriting.Your lord is really blessed.

After the parchment was dry, Shumo took the envelope, filled the letter with sealing wax, and handed it to William.

"This letter is very important, please be sure to send your personal guards to send it to Wangcheng." With a serious look and a heavy tone.

William naturally understood that the content inside was not a good day greeting, and probably related to the fate of their Mikdo.

Bowing deeply, William reassured Shumo with his supreme loyalty.

The New Deal, which lays the foundation for the future of St. Silian, originated from a ball, sprouted from an early morning conversation, and grew from letters exchanged thousands of miles apart.

Accompanied by the sentence "Duke, good day." "Aimer, I haven't seen you for a long time and I miss you so much."

The two finalized the outline of the Kingdom's New Deal.

When the New Year's bell rings.

A new policy that shakes the thousand-year-old system of Saint Sirian is introduced.

Abolish the kingship and reorganize the system.

Since then, Saint Silian has divided into three systems: military, government, and law, and Saint Silian officially changed its name to Saint Silian Empire.

The prime minister of the empire in charge of the regime is the Duke of Seth Snoke, and the position of marshal in charge of military power is held by the well-known Lord Mikdo and the newly promoted Marquis of Moon. As for those who have never heard of it Senator?This novelty is in charge of Amer Stilmia, who occupies the headlines of gossip and gossip in the royal city.

The nascent empire exploded.

Public opinion was uproar.

Before everyone has finished digesting the newly released political system, the new educational calendar half a year later makes the majority of upper-class nobles even more anxious.

It turned out that the newly differentiated senior officials, in addition to having the right to speak to restrict the military and government, the second new policy gave them the right to reform the education system.

The nobles are no longer the exclusive owners of culture, but everyone who is a Saint Silian can receive education and enjoy the influence of culture on an equal footing. They are controlled by senior officials, and each lord's fiefdom is divided into imperial colleges. It is no longer based on status, but on the score of the Imperial College degree assessment.

The convenience of nobles can only provide them with better resources to give them an advantage in the assessment... nothing more.

This also put an end to the hereditary system of vegetarian meals.

This……

This is simply a joke of the world!

How can commoners sit on an equal footing with nobles?

If things go on like this, the dignity of the nobility will disappear.

In the same year, a rebellion broke out in the Saint Silian Empire, and many lords and veteran nobles participated in it.

In this rebellion, people once again saw Seth Snoke's cold-blooded and decisive killing, and also saw the outstanding military talent of the newly promoted Marshal Roy Moon.

The rebellion that rose up in a hurry was violently suppressed after less than half a month.

The lords and nobles who participated in the rebellion, Seth Snoke mercilessly, were all sent to the guillotine.

Blood filled the Imperial Square, and after sending the pope away to smash the church, it once again witnessed the decay and decline of the aristocracy.

In the future, the era of citizenship will begin.

A new chapter is coming.

The people are looking forward to it, while the neighboring countries sit on the sidelines.

But the peaceful life of the empire only lasted for a few more months, and the iron cannon of Lockteel, who was supposed to be dead forever, shattered the dreams of the imperial people.

The Essnock border defense line, the camp of the coalition commander, the person sitting in a high position, lightly buckling the armrest of the seat, and the dragon head ring symbolizing the supreme position on the ring finger is shining brightly.

After listening to the report from his subordinates, the person in power sighed lazily. His platinum blonde long hair covered half of his face, casting a shadow over it, "Seth Snoke? Is he a fool?" The intoxicating voice , mocking words.

Opening his eyes, his dark red pupils swept across the crowd, and all the officers in the camp immediately stood up straight, not daring to take a breath.

"One week, I will only give you one week to take down Saint Silian."

Lockteil, a small closed country on the remote Dark Continent that never communicates with the outside world.

I don't know when, this country has grown to such a terrible state.

It swept in so fast that the news of the surrender of the neighboring countries around St. Silian had not yet spread, and the aim of the artillery fire was already aimed at the ruined St. Silian.

The crimson eyes locked on the flag symbolizing St. Silian in the sand table.

He moved, stepped off the throne, came to the sand table, stretched out his pale fingers and pressed down the king's flag.

Finally home.

my native land.

Also, my love.

The author has something to say:

Black heart and black liver are attacking cubs haunting OTZ

I don't know how to write about big scenes on the battlefield, although I like to watch men rushing, killing, and hormonally rushing... But the writing is sloppy, so I won't do it.

The main thing is to write about Heizi and the protagonist, everyone understands, ahem.

Happy eating, everyone!