Chapter 47

After the last meeting, all the real and false news of the aristocracy began to spread. Three days later, under the repeated urging of people with a heart, the joint meeting of nobles was finally held on the ruins of Fengfeng city.

Different from previous meetings, this time, because the reconstruction of Stormwind city had only completed a small part of the palace, the meeting was simply held in the open air. The Alvin forest in June was a little hot, but the big bellied nobles were all in high spirits and could not see fatigue at all.

For the first time, civilians were allowed to watch the meeting, and the stonemasons' brotherhood and ratchet city construction group chose to stop work in order not to interfere with the meeting. This made the meeting just begin, and the whole open space was filled with ordinary people.

As the host of the meeting, Anduin Lothar was the first to speak.

"Dear people of storm city

"I am honored to stand here and announce the opening of the joint meeting of nobles!"

"In the past seven years, we have fought with the ferocious orcs and have been reborn in the fire. Now, we have finally returned to the land where we were born and raised, and finally returned to our homeland

"Before the meeting officially begins, I have an important announcement."

"Our king, Varian Urien, son of lane Urian, has come of age, and I will resign as regent and return my power to his majesty!"

With the help of the magician, the firm voice of Anduin Lothar was clearly introduced into everyone's ears, which quickly aroused strong repercussions, and all of them were whispering. But people who really know Lothar understand his decision.

Anduin Lothar, the worthy guardian of storm city. After the assassination of old king Ryan, it was he who led the people all the way to Nanhai town. At the meeting of the seven nations of mankind, it was his impassioned eloquence that convinced the other six unstable kings and finally formed a unified alliance.

Now that the orcs are defeated, the once young Varian Urien has grown up, and Sir Lothar, who is over 60, can finally lay down his burden and take a rest.

Of course, there are always people in the world who like to treat a gentleman with the heart of a villain. After hearing the old opponent's speech, Duke Desa turned his mouth and said, "well, you are hypocritical for your name and reputation."

Lothar stretched out her hands and pressed down, finally calming down the discussion.

"Every day of Stormwind city is precious, so I won't dwell on it. The following aristocratic union meeting officially begins!"

"For this meeting, we have only one agenda: we are back in storm city after many years of tribulation, and we urgently need to re-establish order."

"According to the old Stormwind convention, this year's taxes will be cancelled. The nobles and the royal families will have to rely on their own savings, but from next year on, we will have to collect taxes."

"I hope the civilians present can understand that taxes are indispensable to the army and urban construction of the kingdom. We promise to take it from the people and use it for the people."

As a matter of fact, the common people in the audience are instinctively averse to taxes, but after the war, everyone knows very well that without taxes, storm city can not provide a security and security for itself.

"Also according to the agreement of storm City, the proportion of tax will be decided by all the nobles present. According to the usual practice, the agricultural tax is 10% - 40%, and the commercial tax is 5% - 50%. Next, we will vote every 5% for different taxes to determine the tax range..."

"I, Seth Disha, disagrees!" Duke Desa suddenly stood up. "The people of storm city have just returned to their hometown, and now they have no savings of even a silver coin. If any tax is too heavy, it will crush a family! Although we have gained something next year, we still can't afford the tax burden. I propose that the tax should be increased year by year! No taxes this year! 1% next year, 2% the next year, until five years later, we will discuss again! In these five years, we nobles should make their own living! After all, we are the direct blood of the bravest pioneers of that time

Duke Desa's words were like a heavy bomb, which directly ignited the emotion of spectators!

"I really didn't expect that the Duke of Disha should be such a good man!"

"Yes! If we only charge 1% tax, I think we will have savings soon

"It's a pity that I don't know if those nobles are willing to agree."

"Besides Sir Rosa, there are still good men among the nobility."

Varian Urien, sitting in the front row, had already clenched his fist and clenched his teeth. He really did not expect that after receiving the news of Lothar loan, the nobles did not care about the overall situation, but also stood at the commanding height of morality - the loan plan disclosed by the count of presto. The repayment period is five years! If according to this tax method, storm city can only disband all its soldiers if it wants to pay off the loan!

Tulayan coughed in a low voice behind Varian, and finally pulled Varian back from his angry state.And Varian realized that he was overreacting.

Coincidentally, the Duke of Disha, who sat down after speaking, happened to see Varian's angry look. He almost laughed and made a gesture to the people around him.

"I, Seto benra, seconded it!"

"I, noan knight, seconded it!"

"I, Karen bick, seconded it!"

In a twinkling of an eye, more than half of the nobility directly stood up and seconded, which made the atmosphere of the scene become incomparably warm!

Many civilians even moved their eyes with tears. They did not know that these nobles did to run against Lothar, but only one of them. This disaster finally awakened the aristocrats of Fengfeng City, who had been intoxicated with wine and wine, and found their glory.

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Looking at this scene, drunk wind nodded slightly. The God of red spirit once taught that hope is the most powerful force in the world. With hope, everything is possible.

At this moment, no matter how the scene of the present, the nobles will stand up and believe that these unforgettable scenes will come from the memory of the common people.

A woman who lost her husband and came back to her hometown thousands of miles away, holding a lovely little boy, was sobbing behind zuifeng.

"Mom, mom, you cried! Is it where you hurt? Blow it, Tommy, and it won't hurt! "

"Good boy! Mom is not pain, is happy! Tommy, you have to remember this day. This is the most glorious moment in storm city

Drunk wind pressure down the brim of the hat, turn away - OK! Let's bury all the dirty, with the action in the dark, to guard the good hope in everyone's heart!

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