People are in the Ark, I am the mastermind behind them

In the shadows of the street, where the Ursus soldiers could not supervise, Werther saw many unemployed people with sallow complexions and signs beside them with personal information and resumes written on them.

Under the false prosperity, the people of Ursus did not live well.

Witte let out a long sigh, turned his head, and was about to walk towards the infected factory, but he caught a glimpse of a dazzling figure.

On the street to the left of Werther, at the corner against the wall, there was a little girl lying on the wall to hide her little body.

Werther motioned for his attendant to follow him forward, and only when he got closer could he see it clearly.

It was a girl of about ten years old. She was wearing a large windbreaker that was almost taller than herself, as if she was covering something up.

"Little sister, what are you doing?"

Werther said in a soft tone. He thought of his daughter at home, who was about the same age as this little girl.

"I'm hungry, I'm looking for something to eat."

The girl looked wary, but had no intention of running away. She stared at the biscuit package in Werther's pocket.

Werther smiled, took out the cookies from his pocket, and handed them to the little girl to show his goodwill.

"If you're hungry, why don't you go find your parents?"

At first, Werther thought it was just a lost little girl, but he soon realized that he was wrong.

The girl took it politely. Although she was very hungry, she did not tear open the package and devour it in front of Werther, but bowed slightly.

"Thank you, kind sir"

"My parents... they are both dead."

She gave a sad look

"Dad had an accident in the factory. The bosses didn't want to pay for it. They scratched my dad with the Origin Stone and slandered my dad as a thief who wanted to extort their money. Because dad became an infected person, the arbitrator stood up without reason. It’s with the boss.”

"After my father came home, he quickly developed a fever. He spent a lot of money, but it couldn't be cured. In order to raise money for my father, my mother took me to the factory director every day, hoping that they would give some money."

"One day, the person in charge called the security guard, and he ordered the security guard to beat my mother. My mother had not eaten for too long, and the security guard accidentally beat her to death."

"In order to calm down the incident, the person in charge decided to compensate my family and asked my father to collect it. But when I got home, my father had passed away and crystal dust was scattered everywhere."

The girl's words were stumbling and not very clear, but it made Speaker Witte furious. He suppressed his anger, gently touched the girl's head with his hand, and wiped away her crystal tears.

"Good boy, don't cry, don't cry"

"If something like this happened to your family, wouldn't anyone from the government come to investigate?"

The girl shook her head blankly, then she spoke

"When dad was still alive, he often thought that if it were His Majesty the Emperor who was kind, he would definitely not let these people bully us."

"We all remember that it was His Majesty the Emperor who distributed supplies to my family so that my parents could survive last winter."

The girl blinked. She fumbled and took out a letter from her coat pocket.

"So, I wrote many letters to His Majesty the Emperor. If he can receive them, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely not sit idly by."

However, those letters never reached Fyodor's mailbox, and they could not even enter the Winter Palace without the commissioner's approval.

Werther sighed deeply and ordered his attendants to buy more food and water. He wanted to provide the little girl with the most basic living security.

"Then, can you let me see this letter?"

Werther asked carefully, and after obtaining the girl's consent, he took the letter from the girl.

However, before the Speaker could check, the little girl staggered, leaned forward, and fell to the ground suddenly.

"Ah, how do you..."

An attendant came forward and tried to help her up, but the attendant overestimated the girl's weight and used too much force.

The girl was pulled up, but her ill-fitting coat also slipped a little, exposing the girl's arms.

There were densely packed Originium particles crawling on her arms. It was obvious that she was an infected person.

The girl was stunned. After a moment of hesitation, she turned around and ran away.

"Hey, don't run, we don't mean you any harm!"

Werther shouted loudly, but this did not make the girl change her mind. She took steps forward, not even caring about the biscuit slipping from her pocket.

He wanted to order his attendants to chase her, but he was afraid of disturbing the girl. After a moment of hesitation, the speaker finally let out a long sigh.He carefully folded the girl's letter to him and put it in his pocket.

The clock in the distance struck twelve, and Werther had to end his inspection. It was time for him to go back. At the Winter Palace, Fyodor was waiting for Werther.

A luxurious carriage was already waiting at the roadside. With the support of the guards, the speaker got into the car. Different from the relaxation he felt when he just left the car, the speaker couldn't be happier anymore.

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In Feodor's private residence, the emperor was reviewing the proposals. He looked at each proposal, as if he saw the greedy faces of the nobles after the proposals.

After reviewing the last proposal, he breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the cold tea on the table and drank it in one gulp.

Ever since Fyodor followed the advice of the gods and stopped suppressing the chariot Ursus, the nobles' proposals have become more frequent.Fyodor said that he wanted to expand the army, and many nobles poured into the army.

Almost everyone smells the breath of war, and the attitude of the stability faction can no longer influence the situation. From time to time, nobles make inflammatory speeches in the Duma, pointing the finger directly at Ursus's neighboring countries.

A few months ago, Fyodor revealed that he would conduct military exercises on the border between Dayan and Ursus. Now, Fyodor has received dozens of reports, and they all claimed that, without exception, The military exercise facilities and teams are all ready. As long as Feodor gives an order, they can let Dayan see the majesty of Ursus' army.

While the emperor was deep in thought, he heard the sound of an attendant ringing a bell, which meant that a scheduled visitor had arrived.

The doors were opened one by one, and Speaker Witte slowly walked in. He saluted Feodor and then closed the door.

According to the laws of Ursus, no one is allowed to observe the private conversation between the Speaker and the Emperor without the permission of His Majesty the Emperor.

"Your Majesty Fyodor, how are you doing lately?"

Faced with Werther's greetings, Fyodor smiled

"I'm fine, but the nobles' proposals are really annoying. I've released the brakes, but they think the Ursus chariot isn't running fast enough. They want it to gallop and scream into the distance. ."

Werther nodded, he could understand Fyodor's mood.From beginning to end, the emperor disapproved of war, but faced with internal and external difficulties, he had to make compromises.

"Your Majesty Fyodor, before I report to you what I saw and heard, I would like to tell you the story of a girl."

Fyodor poured tea for the two of them. He knew that his speaker must have worked hard for a long time, and then he looked like he was listening.

"On the street, I met a girl. Her father and mother were both dead. Her father was persecuted and contracted ore disease, and her mother was beaten to death while asking for compensation. The murderers are still here. Get away with it.”

There was a "click" and something broke.

Fyodor threw the broken teacup into the trash can. He forced a smile and motioned for Speaker Witte to continue speaking.

"My lord, I have seen many cases like this. Even if my heart is made of steel, I will feel pain."

“You know, when I talk to those poor people, what’s the most common thing they say?”

Speaker Witte rummaged in his pocket and took out a letter.

"They said that if it were His Majesty Fyodor, he would never let these man-eating wolves harm his people."

"They said that if His Majesty Fyodor was here, he would definitely help them seek justice."

Fyodor silently accepted the letter from Werther. He opened it and found that the letter was written by a child.

"His Majesty the Emperor, hello, I am Cecilia. My parents were bullied by bad people. Those people were bad. They scratched my father's arm, causing him to contract ore disease, and even beat him. My mother is dead.”

"My father said that you are the greatest and kindest person in the world. As long as you are here, the people of Ursus will not be bullied. Dad also said that if they are wronged, His Majesty Feodor will give him We came out ahead.”

"Then, Your Majesty the Emperor, Your Majesty Fyodor, can you help me? My parents are dead, can you let them come back? I only want my parents, and we promise that we will never come back. Go to the boss to ask for compensation, we won’t pester them anymore, really.”

"By the way, on All Souls' Day, my father bought me a candy. I didn't want to eat it. I wanted you to try it too, so I put it in the letter together."

At the end of the letter, there was a piece of candy, the kind of cheap fruit gummy candy that can be seen everywhere on the market.

The meeting room was eerily quiet, and Fyodor and Werther fell into silence together. After reading the letter, the emperor felt a wave of emotion building up in his heart.

Fyodor loved the people of Ursus and wanted to make Ursus a better place, but he was unwilling to resort to war because that would kill many, many people.

Fyodor recalled the ordinary people who stood in front of his car one after another when he was assassinated. He recalled that when he was patrolling, he cheered louder than the previous one.

As the rulers treat the people, the people will treat the rulers.

"Witt... do you think what we did for Ursus really deserves their love?"

Speaker Witte did not answer. He knew that Feodor already had the answer in his heart.

“We’re doing too little, really too little.”

Fyodor shook his head and sighed

"We revised the law together to formulate protections for the people of Ursus; we introduced laws to protect the basic human rights of infected people. In the fight against those degenerates and decay, we do seem to have achieved some results, but these achievements are inconsistent with It pales in comparison to the suffering of the people of Ursus.”

Fyodor knew that the empire needed to change, a drastic change from top to bottom.

"Thank you, Werther. I have to admit that you are different from those jesters who only flatter others. You are my trustworthy deputy. I know that the people of Ursus are not living well, but what I don't know is They were so badly off that anyone with even a modicum of power could eat their flesh."

Suddenly, the emperor remembered his divine ally, who was great and eternal compared to the small and perishable human beings. He had also walked on the broken earth, and he had witnessed countless tragedies.He reminded Fyodor that he should bend down and listen to the voices of the people at the bottom.

Perhaps, it was precisely because He had witnessed too much suffering that he chose to go down personally and help Ursus take out the darkness.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, this is not a tragedy for one person, this is a fact that the entire Ursus is experiencing."

Faced with Werther's reminder, Fyodor nodded, stood up from his seat, and then made some determination.

"Ring the bell, my Speaker, ring the Duma bell."

The Duma bell is only rung when military and political matters are announced. Nobles who hear the bell must go to Duma immediately to listen to the emperor's will.

"Are you ready?"

Fyodor straightened up and picked up a speech he had already written from his seat.

"I wasn't prepared, but Ursus was so cold!"

The emperor showed a cruel look, and his expression gradually overlapped with that of the late emperor.

"Since they desire war, let war come!"

"I can no longer tolerate traitors, clowns, and gangsters. I can no longer tolerate them."

"For Ursus, for the people of Ursus who were devoured by them, I am willing to... fall to pieces!"

Chapter 1: You seem to be a little too extreme

"when----"

An ancient and melodious bell sounded from a distance, and the citizens of Holy Castle raised their heads one after another, and they all looked in the same direction.

"咚咚-"

The bells keep ringing, indicating that something big is about to happen.

The nobles, big and small, raised their heads in astonishment. Then, many of them could not conceal their inner ecstasy. They dressed in formal clothes under the clothes of their attendants, then got on the carriage and rushed towards the Winter Palace.

Soon, carriages were running on the road, almost blocking the road, and even many old nobles who ignored the government came.

Since the death of the late emperor, except for Feodor's ascension to the throne, the nobles have never been so neat.

In front of the Winter Palace, the soldiers stood in line. They received orders from their superiors to maintain order.Whenever the Grand Duke passed by, these soldiers would pay attention and salute.

Soon, the consciousness pavilion was filled, and many nobles were whispering, exchanging their own information.

"Baron Shashi, have you heard? His Majesty's war intentions."

"Yes, yes, Ursus is finally going to war."

At a quarter past seven, the deafening bells outside the house stopped. After a brief period of silence, there was a salute of 28 guns.

Then, there was singing mixed with musical instruments, singing "God Save Our Emperor".

Many nobles couldn't help but hummed along, their faces flushed. Most of these nobles had experienced the reign of the late emperor, and their ties with the royal family were closer. They missed the glory of the past.

At 07:30, Fyodor appeared in the Duma, wearing the old black uniform and a command knife around his waist.The emperor took care of himself vigorously, his face was stern and his eyes were sharp.On his chest was a scarlet scarf.

He just stood in the center of the conference hall without saying a word, and everyone was in awe.The nobles had to admit that the emperor was indeed an extraordinary leader, and he had enough aura to grab everyone's attention.

"My ministers, tell me what you are expecting!"

All the nobles responded to the emperor with their loudest voices.

"Glory to Ursus!"

Feodor nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand

"Now, let's start the meeting."