Miss Wang Weina, my cousin can't do it either!

"Have afternoon tea with me?" Shi Huaiya invited.

Wayne bowed slightly: "It's a great honor, Miss."

While chatting while eating the small cake, Wayne suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "I just saw Chen in the slums."

"Chen? What's wrong with her?" Shi Huaiya didn't know why Wei En suddenly mentioned Chen, blinked her eyes wide, and threw the biscuit residue on the plate, asking curiously.

"She asked me if I had any experience raising children, and I said no. She laughed at me, so I asked her back, I don't have it, do you have it? Guess how she answered me?"

Wayne showed a subtle smile, Shi Huaiya was aroused by curiosity, and asked impatiently:

"How did she answer? Did she take care of children?"

Wei En smiled and scratched Shi Huaiya's nose, and imitated Chen's tone: "Does Shi Huaiya count?"

Shi Huaiya was taken aback for a moment, and a few seconds later, she suddenly realized that Wei En was repeating what Chen said, her face flushed, she was ashamed and angry, and cursed:

"Bastard Fenchanglong, how dare you slander me like that! She is a child! I am already an adult!"

"Really?" Wayne looked at her with a smile.Shi Huaiya stiffened her neck and said:

"of course it's true!"

She seemed to realize something, and scratched Wayne's chest:

"I'm talking about age and self-reliance, what the hell are you thinking!"

There is a cheerful atmosphere inside and outside the room.

Chapter 120 Six Tinkers of the Empire

Ursus, St Junburg.

The Winter Palace, which used to be peaceful in the past, suddenly became noisy today. The State Duma (Parliament) is debating a special proposal.

It is said to be a debate, but in fact, the members of parliament did not have a clear camp delineation, and the debate did not have an accurate topic. The reason why they were fighting was mainly due to the constant constraints of the conservatives, parliamentarians, royalists and new aristocrats.

Speaker Werther, who was in charge of presiding over the meeting, pushed open the door of the chief of the council, and was stunned by the oncoming noise. He narrowed his black leather gloves and rubbed the space between his brows wearily.

"For Your Majesty."

He recited in such a low voice, feeling that his heart had regained a bit of peace, raised his head, held the rubber-headed mallet on the side, and slammed it heavily on the hammer pad of the desk beside him.

"Bang bang bang!"

"order——!"

The parliamentary system originated in Victoria. While spreading throughout the land of Terra, it naturally also spread some characteristics, such as this "order", which represents quietness. If you have never been to Victoria, you will definitely know this line.

Of course, in his early years, Speaker Witt had visited all the nations of Terra to look for good opportunities for reform. He had actually been to Victoria, and he had also inspected the operational structure and power structure of the Victorian Parliament.And based on this framework, the current Ursas State Duma (Parliament) was built.

The atmosphere in the parliament was stagnant.Everyone's eyes focused on this middle-aged man in a leather suit with a tired face.Speaker Werther, the tinker of the Empire, proudly straightened his waist, and a heavy cough came from his throat.

"Cough cough!"

"Next, let's start an emergency meeting." His voice was like a lumberjack on the Ursas snowfield, or like a priest sitting around a fireplace whispering a eulogy, thick and recognizable, "Let's discuss now, Victoria."

He said loudly, his tone calm, just like his deep eyes.He glanced at those congressmen who were tightly clutching the manuscript paper in their hands, and glanced at those congressmen who had already pulled off their ties and undid the first button on their chests, and couldn't wait to stand up and deliver a long speech. He sighed, as if he had made some mental preparations, and a bit of imperceptible bitterness appeared on his face:

"As for the visiting credentials submitted by Victoria to us, please raise your hands in order to speak."

The rotunda exploded again, like hundreds of Originium bombs exploding at the same time, and Werther felt his ears were all at a loss.

Gentlemen of the new aristocrats didn't care about the advice of raising their hands to speak one by one, and even the representatives of the local warlords fought with them arrogantly. He took the seat under Witte's rostrum, held up his manuscript, and spit out paragraphs of discourses lacking rhythm and meaning, while holding up his own manuscript. .

The royalist party sits at the top, and the princes with real power simply disdain the functions of the State Duma. If they have anything to do, they will report directly to His Majesty Fyodor through the royal family, although most of the time this kind of report has deteriorated into a family-based one. The threat of chips.Their gazes were indifferent and playful, as if they were watching a group of ridiculous curly-haired baboons playing with the scepter in their hands presumptuously.From time to time, someone would cast their eyes on Werther, hoping to see an embarrassed expression on his face, but soon they could only look back in disappointment.

Because Werther didn't have any expression at all.He is like a puppet with no opinion, does not express any opinions, does not participate in any discussion, whether people grab him by the hem of his clothes or tear his tie, shake his fist at him or spit at him. His eyes were slightly closed, and he remained silent as if it had nothing to do with him.

As time passed, people lost interest in him, and started arguing on their own, and the scene once again returned to the noisy situation before Werther's arrival.He is just a mouthpiece for His Majesty the Emperor.

That's right, I'm just a mouthpiece, just a representative, His Majesty the Emperor.

Seeing that the time was about the same, the exhaustion on Werther's face increased a bit. He raised his hand, struck the gavel again, and announced loudly:

"Adjournment. Debate time is over, gentlemen, what a wonderful point, next please sort out the materials you have dropped on the floor, submit them to my desk or take them away and polish them, don't fill the room with Scraps of confetti, it would be disrespectful to you."

Witte finished speaking unhurriedly, turned around, opened the wooden door under the sculpture of the national emblem of the double-headed eagle, and left the State Duma venue through the separate passage of the speaker.

He still has a few meetings to catch up.

That night.

In front of the Royal Palace of St. Junbao.

Standing at the end of the red carpet with exhaustion all over his body, Speaker Werther tidied up his suit and tie, which had been wrinkled by violence, and knocked on the door leading to the throne.

"Your Majesty, have you rested?"

The wide red carpet flows all the way to the end of the palace. On the throne where the candles on the three-pronged pillars can't even light up, Fyodor's voice came, questioning:

"I'm waiting for you, Sir Werther, you came very late today."

"I was delayed on the road for some time." Werther closed the door humbly, bowed to the invisible figure, and explained.

Fyodor frowned, concerned: "Have you been entangled by nobles again? Who sent you that letter of personal threat last time, and actually did such a thing to my minister, even if He's a duke, and I can't let him go."

"No, there is nothing." Werther replied blankly, "As for the last incident, it has passed, it was just a child's prank. The economy of the Empire has been in recession these days, and some people were forced to move out of the city. It's normal for kids in the city to complain about this."

Fyodor opened his mouth to order punishment, but could not find an excuse.

An emperor, if he can't be magnanimous even to make reasonable and well-founded accusations against an ignorant child, does he still have the stamina to govern a country?

In the end, he could only say in an angry and helpless cold voice:

"What do children know? When they grow up, they will understand what Ursus is facing now and how hard you have worked."

"When he grows up," Werther repeated.I don't know whether to agree or sigh.

Fyodor continued to ask: "Is there any result from the parliament? Victoria's visit, whether we will accept it or not."

"The gentlemen of Parliament had a friendly discussion and put forward many suggestions worth considering, but because of this, I am not sure which one is the most reasonable for us now."

"Then what's your opinion? Werther." Fyodor's hawk-like gaze locked on Werther.But Werther kept his head down humbly and did not meet Fyodor's eyes, and he didn't seem to feel the pressure Fyodor exerted.

After a long silence, Werther replied:

"My opinion is that it is acceptable."

"What conditions are we going to offer?" Fyodor asked.

The state-level visit will bring a lot of speculation, and it will also bring a lot of benefits, especially when there is almost no official communication between Victoria and Ursas during this period, a sudden visit is likely to change The pattern of the earth for many years to come.It is precisely this that the Duma Council has taken a fancy to, which is why it is so quarrelsome.

Everyone knows that Ursus is now impoverished, and the military industry has closed down one after another without war, but the development of light industry has not been supported by the people. The people of Ursas have little interest in developing cheap goods, slowly developing their own light industry, and bearing the high price brought about by the technological gap.

But even Fyodor has no right to laugh at their short-sightedness. After all, if a hundred imperial rubles issued by the Imperial Bank of Ursas can buy ten catties of domestically produced rice, but twenty catties of cheap foreign rice, that would be even better. If you eat imported rice, a fool will know how to choose.

To control foreign dumping, the fastest way is to start with tariffs, but tariffs were granted to local nobles by the former emperor in the last era-the era of great conquest, and became the privilege of nobles.Fyodor wanted to take back the tariff rights several times, but was refused by various means by the royalist party of the great aristocrats who were vested interests.It was only later that Fyodor realized that even as an emperor, this was not an area he could reach.His royalists, his biggest supporters, are the biggest beneficiaries of tariff rights, and Fyodor's use of tariff rights is digging his own roots!

And if this time we can negotiate a deal or two with the Victorian who visited unexpectedly and whose meaning is unknown...

The emperor of the Ursus Empire held his breath and waited quietly for his minister to answer his question.

Chapter 120 Seven My Honor, Your Highness!

Your Majesty, do you know the procedure to accomplish something in Ursas?

First of all, you have to draw up a proposal that is beautiful enough to match classic articles. Ursas used to be synonymous with violence and savagery. Roughness is firmly engraved in the body of the Ursus.After stepping into a civilized society, the Ursas began to be frequently ridiculed by the "civilized country" headed by Victoria. Art based on magnificence and greatness is originally a good thing, but extremes will always go to the other extreme. The current Ursas are a bit too pursuing the so-called "civilization", so that they have no literary proposals, and they are not even worthy of being in the parliament. was brought up for discussion.

Secondly, you have to convince the four factions that are divided in the country. The royalists are a loose alliance of princes with real power. Their power comes from the princely support system and customs rights formulated by the former emperor, which makes them the number one at the end of Ursas. They are not a group of warlords, but at least they are still loyal to the royal family, and have the same interests as the royal family in major matters.The Conservative Party comes from the national civil service system. It is mainly composed of national civil servants selected through examinations from various places. It is headed by ministers. It has great power, but it lacks military power and is attached to the national system. They will act in collusion with the enemy and traitorous country with greater power——if the interests are sufficient, they will definitely do so, and they will do it thoroughly!Then came the new aristocrats, those clowns rushed onto the stage of history at the urging of capitalism, who were born unevenly and consisted mainly of splitters from the rest of the If you read the history books of the great rebellion, then you will definitely be vigilant. They may be the only forces that directly take "overthrowing the monarchy" as their ultimate goal. Not so scary anymore.

After convincing them, IMHO, your proposal has basically changed beyond recognition.

But even so, you still have to face an unavoidable problem in the end——Can the Ursus Empire accept this proposal?

"Your Majesty, forgive your rudeness, but I must tell you the truth about this tragic fact."

Werther lowered his head so that he didn't look like he was bowing, but instead he was confessing. His face was filled with helpless pain, and it was extremely difficult to express the tragic fact from his lips:

"We can't make a condition."

Fyodor was stunned on the throne as if struck by lightning. The emperor, who ascended the throne after the death of the late emperor but lived in the shadow of the late emperor all his life, asked in disbelief:

"What do you mean? Werther, my friend, what are you talking about?"

"The Ursas Empire can't make a condition. What stupid things are you talking about? You must be too tired today. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have summoned you to the palace late at night. Go back and rest."

Werther finally raised his head, took a deep look at Fyodor who was hidden in the shadow of the double-headed eagle symbol of the Ursus Empire, paused slightly, put the gray round-topped wide-brimmed hat on his head, and turned around. , walked towards the gate.

Suddenly came Fyodor's pleading voice behind him:

"Vert, are you telling the truth?"

Werther pursed his lips, did not answer, opened the door, and left without looking back.

He couldn't answer, because the answer was already in everyone's heart.

What does the Ursus Empire use to negotiate terms with Victoria, a builder of a world system that is thriving, a war empire that is declining and declining.Ursus only has the power to choose, to choose to accept Victoria's visit, or not to accept it.

As for what they can get from Victoria, Werther feels that Ursus has no right to decide.Although in theory, Ursus should have this power - if His Majesty Fyodor announces at this moment that Ursus will restart the war, the war machine will be restarted, and Ursas will once again enter a war, then he must have negotiated with Victoria In terms of power, Ursus is not inferior to any country on the battlefield!

But in that way, when people in the future refer to this period of the Ursas Empire, they will say that this is a microcosm of the era of the first emperor, and it is the last afterglow of an empire.Then, the Ursus Empire may become a "legend" passed on by some romantic bards.

War will bring this country down!

The next day, the emperor's special envoy appeared at the tumultuous Duma meeting. Surrounded by royalists, he officially announced his decision to receive the Victorian envoy.As for what kind of agreement Ursus and Victoria can reach...

"The magnanimous and benevolent His Majesty Fyodor will allow you to nominate ten gentlemen every day to visit Victoria's special envoy in your own way, and explain your insights and ambitions to him in person."

In short, I don't care about it, you can decide for yourself, each according to his own ability.

A decent and tricky way to deal with it.

Under the amazed and amazed eyes of everyone, the State Duma venue was filled with praises of "Long live Your Majesty".There is a cheerful atmosphere inside and outside the parliament.

.........

Victoria, Londinium.

As soon as Wayne returned to Victoria, he started his own work.

He first found Kelsey, who was very old, and asked her to help refer to the drafting of the declaration document for the abolition of the sacred treaty.Well, let her ghostwrite.Wayne can't write this kind of grammatically twisted and incompetent Victorian literature.

Afterwards, he found Winster and handed over Edward's urn together with the pair of bright dragon horns.

At first, Winston reacted a bit to Wen En’s sudden handing out of an urn to him, thinking that this was Wei En’s hint to him that the unicorn’s dereliction of duty during Longmen almost put Wen En in danger. Wayne is telling himself not to be foolish, to go into the urn.

But after Wayne explained the origin of the urn and took out the pair of dragon horns, an inexplicable color flashed in Winster's eyes.

Edward Yatorias.A Drake who chose to escape in the battle for the throne orthodoxy, finally died in a foreign country.It probably never occurred to Winster that he let the unicorn put pressure on Wei Yanwu and cooperated with the real dragon of the Yan Kingdom to force Wei Yanwu to kill Edward. After more than ten years, he could see Edward again now, even though it was in this way Way.

He stroked the dragon's horn lightly, then looked at Wayne, and asked:

"What are you going to do, Your Highness?"

"I need you to be a witness. In all of Victoria, only you are qualified."

It is old enough to witness the truce between Drake and Aslan, the signing of the sacred treaty, the transition from the Red Dragon Age to the Lion King Age, and Victoria’s rise from unity to the first place in Terra. The great powers created the world system that is now respected by Victoria.In the entire land, apart from Winster, probably no one knew Victoria so well.

Only he has this qualification, as a witness, to witness the passing of another Victorian era and the beginning of a new Victorian era.

Winston nodded heavily:

"My pleasure, Your Highness! (My pleasure, your Highness!)"

Chapter 120 VIII My Old Age Allowance

The Ursus Empire, the tundra, the infected guerrillas—the temporary stronghold of "Shield".

Tallulah gently rubbed the swollen bump on the forehead of the Elafia girl in front of her, and asked with some distress:

"Have you been targeted by the picket again?"

Alina nodded with a wry smile:

"We've stayed in this area for too long, Tallulah, the pickets have already come to the door, if it wasn't for Miss Yelena and the snow monsters standing guard nearby today, I might not be able to come back... ..."

"You are not allowed to say such things." Talula covered Alina's mouth, raised her beautiful eyebrows a little angrily, and retorted: "You will not be in danger, no matter what happens, I will protect you your."

Alina's gaze softened, and she patted Tallulah's hand, signaling her to let go:

"Of course I believe you. But we have to move as soon as possible. This village has been targeted by the picket team. Although the people in the village helped us hide it, if we show up here again, the picket team is likely to attack the people in the village. Civilians take action."