Chapter 541

"Welcome Dean Sabra to join us!"

Following the words of Anse Wodos, behind the first chair on the long table, the statue of the Goddess of Magic trembled slightly, and a silver light shot out from his eyes, falling on the table in front of Sabra, etching Name him: Sabra Parcival!

Although this is just a projection, people know that the same thing is happening in the Supreme Palace at this time.

Entering the Supreme Palace, you can see the location belonging to Sabra.

Dean Sabra was recognized by the goddess, and from this moment on, he officially became a member of the Supreme Council of Kemetis and had his own seat.

"Thanks!"

Sarab tried his best to keep calm, stood up and said solemnly: "Thank you for your support. I will faithfully perform the duties of the Supreme Council and do my best to abide by, maintain and defend the interests of the Supreme Council. May the wisdom and brilliance of the goddess continue to shine on me Forward, the truth endures!"

"Truth lives forever!"

The holy soul wizards chanted in unison.

Ren found that several holy soul wizards did not show a very pious look, and shouted the motto of the goddess, but they were not fanatical, and even a little perfunctory.

The empire is the empire of wizards, and it is also the empire of goddesses.

But not all holy soul wizards are devout believers of the goddess of magic. They are mainly loyal believers and shallow believers. Except for a few chosen ones, they only agree with the concept of the goddess, and actually regard the goddess as walking on the road of magic. The furthest predecessor, even the target and the ultimate opponent.

Ren looked at this group of great wizards, and suddenly remembered a sentence:

The body of a mortal is comparable to that of a god.

The more powerful the wizard, the less reverence he has for the gods, which can be seen from the name of the council—the supreme council, the supreme magic, the supreme truth, but not the supreme goddess.

The oath for new members to enter the Supreme Council is also to safeguard the rights of the Council.

Although the goddess of magic is also included in the oath, it looks more like a notice than a real need for his approval to pass.

Goddess of Magic is more of an add-on option.

The prefix "Chemitis" has nothing to do with the goddess of magic, but to commemorate the first wizard in human history more than 3,000 years ago. Although the wizard named Chemetis died unfortunately before he was thirty years old, and he was only a second-level wizard during his lifetime, his pioneering contribution to the future generations of mankind will be forever remembered.

Anse Wodos said softly, "Dean Sabra, please sit down."

"Master Anxi." Sabra returned a smile, nodded to him and sat down.

When the other holy soul wizards saw this scene, many of them changed their eyes slightly.

In particular, Tim Kennan, who maintained the balance of the parliamentary structure, suddenly looked at Anxi Wodas who was sitting opposite, and seemed to be a little out of control.

Anxi Wodoss made no secret of his good relationship with Sabra, and Sabra also stated frankly that he would stand by Anxi's side in the parliament. As a result, the structure of the parliament changed drastically.

The twelve holy soul wizards of the Supreme Council are divided into three factions.

Netherites, Modus and Balancers.

It happens that there are four wizards in each faction. The Balance faction has the weakest foundation and the relationship is not stable enough. The Duke of Purple Flame, Master Oroin and Master Huo Huai in the faction do not particularly recognize the concept of the Balance faction. They just don’t like it. Steward, often abstaining from voting, and not always on the same page as Master Tim Kennan.

Therefore, the Balance faction is the weakest, and it is usually the Nether faction and the Modu faction that confront each other.

When the two factions are tied, the balance faction led by Master Kenan will become the target of both sides, and it will become extremely critical.

Now, with the addition of Sabra, the Modus have five votes, giving them the upper hand.

The leader of the Nesser faction, Master Ogulevi, has another accident. With his character, unless there are force majeure factors, he will not be absent without reason.

If something really happened, there would be only three Nether factions left.

One goes up and the other goes up. On any issue in the future, Anse Woldas only needs to win over any one of the balance faction to get six votes.

And the Supreme Council needs a majority of votes to pass a resolution, that is, at least seven votes.

If Ansewodas holds six votes, no resolution can be passed by the Supreme Council without his approval.

In other words, Anse Wodos is only one vote away from taking control of the Supreme Council!

Every holy soul wizard is a smart person, immediately thinking of this key point, their expressions are different. The three holy soul wizards of the Nesser faction, the great sage of Congerald and the Duke of Redstone, had their faces sinking like water, obviously unwilling to see this situation. thing.

Members of the Modus faction, the sisters, the Queen of Storms and the Duke of Silver Star, both had slightly bright eyes and were rather happy.

The Prophet Medifer knew it all along.

The one with the ugliest face was Master Kenan. The imbalance in the structure of the Supreme Council meant that his maintenance over the years had completely failed.

He looked at the three holy soul wizards who were his allies in name but were never hardcore.

The face of the Duke of Purple Flame was hidden under the hood, so he couldn't see clearly; Ouroin looked sideways at Anxi Wodas who was sitting on his right hand side, his face was thoughtful; Frowning, he took a sharp puff on his pipe.

As long as one of these three people turns against the Gomodu faction, the Supreme Council and the Empire will be dominated by Anxi Wodusi!

Tim Kennan went further.

Even if no one fell to Anse Wo Daosi, he also had a famous pupil, Ryan Augustus. Bigby had already reported the situation in the exchange match in detail, and made an inference that with the talent shown by Ren, within a hundred years, he would be promoted to the Holy Spirit without accident.

By then, the Modu faction will have six votes firmly.

"Anxi."

Tim Kenan knocked on the long table to attract everyone's attention, and said in a deep voice: "Everything depends on balance, and the Supreme Council should not be decided by one person. Even Master Ogulev has never thought of being alone. Take control of the council."

"Never?" Anse Woldas retorted, "Need I give an example?"

As one of the seven founders of the Supreme Council, Anse Wodos knows everything about the Council's past. Maybe Master Ogulev did not control the Council alone, but it's not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't.

In fact, for hundreds of years after the establishment of the parliament, Master Ogulevi basically covered the sky with one hand.

It wasn't until more holy soul wizards joined that a tripartite confrontation gradually formed.

"I don't want to talk to you about the old accounts of the parliament." Tim Kennan sighed: "Only by maintaining balance can the parliament last forever. The words of a family will eventually lead to an irreversible ending. For the sake of the empire and the parliament, I hope you can think about it carefully. "

Having said that, he glanced at his three allies.

Tim Kenan, a member of the Nesser faction, is not worried about their defection. Although the two sides are not on fire, the relationship is extremely poor due to differences in ideas.

But he was not sure about the three wizards of the Balance School.

"Kenan, you don't need to tell me that set of balance theory. I have heard cocoons in my ears for more than a thousand years." Anxi Wodas shook his head helplessly, and then looked at the holy soul wizards on both sides of the long table They said loudly: "Everyone, I have always believed that the dispute of ideas should not be our differences, let alone the cause of tearing up the parliament. Any resolution must be discussed on its own merits, not opposed for the sake of opposition."

"Dean Sabra joined us, we should be happy for him."

"I'm also happy for the growth of the Supreme Council. As for who has the final say on the council, it's not up to me to decide, and I don't seek to control the council."

"The Supreme Council is a tool for us to rule the empire, and I will not destroy it."

"However, the Supreme Council should not be a black hand that hinders Wezeland's development. You all know the plight of Wezeland in the past few hundred years..."

Anse Wodoss talked eloquently, changed his gentle attitude in the past, swept his sharp eyes over the holy soul wizards, and finally fell on Tim Kennan, and said with a sneer: "Whezeland is not moving forward. Is it good for the balance?"

Tim Kennan was speechless and unable to refute.

Everyone is well aware of Wedzeland's economic difficulties. Anse Wodos has repeatedly proposed to re-canonize the Duke to obtain the title. Naturally, the Nether faction is extremely opposed, and the Balance faction is also on the opposite side. As a result, Anse Wodas's proposal is always Can't pass.

"Master Anxi."

The Redstone Duke sitting at the end of the long table spoke.

His voice is magnetic and the rhythm is soothing, making people listen to his words unconsciously. He said loudly: "Reduce the nobility, return the territory to the empire, and prevent land annexation. This is a policy we set many years ago. You agreed with it at the beginning. of."

He paused: "Besides, there is no precedent for renouncing the duke title after giving it up."

"Can't it be done without a precedent?" Anse Woldas asked back.

"But this is not in line with the national policy set by the Supreme Council, and it has been implemented for hundreds of years. So many old nobles have been deprived of their fiefdoms. After two or three generations, they even lost their titles." Duke Redstone retorted without thinking, obviously considering After a long time, "The old aristocrats still have great influence in the empire. If you break the convention and re-canonize for you, it will inevitably arouse their fierce backlash. They will have an excuse to oppose the confiscation of the territory in the future."

The Big Three facing the Duke of Redstone showed no signs of timidity. His words won the approval of several holy soul wizards, who nodded slightly, with a deeply approving expression on their faces.

Anse Woldas was silent.

Ren was outside the projection room and couldn't help shaking his head.

The words of the Duke of Redstone are indeed powerful, and they sound reasonable. In fact, they are confusing concepts. Coupled with high-sounding reasons, it is difficult to refute.

Is the fiefdom of the holy soul wizard and the territory of the old nobles the same thing?

First of all, the territory of the holy soul wizard is not hereditary; secondly, the fiefdom of the holy soul wizard is granted by the Supreme Council, which is reasonable and legal.

The national policy of reducing nobles and fiefdoms is in conflict with the canonization of holy soul wizards.

In essence, it is still the privilege of the holy soul wizard.

This privilege comes from the strength of the holy soul wizards. For more than a thousand years, everyone in the empire has tacitly agreed that the holy soul wizards have this privilege, and no one confuses them with the old nobles.

Teacher, as one of the three giants of the empire, re-canonized the territory, who would dare to object?

If there really are old nobles who don't know what to do or what to do, wouldn't it be in the right hands, can they take the opportunity to clean up?

Allenus is a world where the strong are respected, and the idea of ​​equality for all has almost disappeared, and it will even be treated as a joke if it is said, and it is impossible to realize it.

Holy soul wizards are noble and noble, how can they be the same as ordinary people?

However, the Duke of Redstone confuses the teacher with ordinary nobles, and invisibly deprives the privileges of the holy soul wizard.

With the character of a teacher, I can't hold back my face, saying that I am a holy soul wizard is different from ordinary people.

When Ren saw the teacher's silence, he knew it was not good. Sure enough, people are kind and deceived. The Duke of Redstone is very good at understanding people's hearts and taking advantage of other people's personality weaknesses. He is worthy of being the pioneer of psychics. And, one look can tell too much information.

He shook his head secretly.

Dealing with this kind of person is either unreasonable or thick-skinned.

Obviously the teacher couldn't let go of his face.

However, Anse Wodos did not give up on this, and instead said: "The matter of the fiefdom can be discussed in the future. Wezeland was invaded by the undead natural disaster and suffered heavy casualties. It has been three years now. The Supreme Council should discuss it. ?”

Just as the Duke of Redstone was about to speak, Anse Wodos said again: "Don't tell me that Witheland doesn't pay taxes to the empire. Whether it pays taxes or not, Witheland is a citizen of the empire, unless you don't recognize it."

"We had already discussed it at that time, and raised our hands to vote." The Duke of Redstone said softly: "Master Ogulevi thinks that the time has not come."

Anse Woldas pressed: "When will the time come?"

"I'm going to ask Master Ogulev." The Duke of Redstone spread his hands, expressing that he didn't know.

All eyes were on the empty high-back chair at the head of the long table.

There was silence.

There was a bit of unease in the projection room. The holy soul wizards had extremely keen perceptions, and they could have vague premonitions about future events, and their expressions were gloomy.

After thinking about it, Duke Hongshi called out, "Your Excellency the Consul."

A tall man wearing exquisite armor and a blue cloak behind his back appeared in the projection. He stood at the end of the long table and bowed slightly, "I have seen you holy souls."

Ren couldn't help observing carefully.

This man with a simple face is none other than the current imperial consul - Gnaeus Chiclow!

He is a true Juggernaut!

Juggernaut is an honorary title, and generally refers to an extraordinary person with superb swordsmanship, and the real Juggernaut is a master of swordsmanship above level 20.

Gnaeus Chikro's extraordinary profession is a magic swordsman. He was promoted to the holy rank many years ago, and now he has reached the 23rd rank. Although his strength is not as good as that of the holy soul wizard, he still has a great reputation in the empire. He stood out from the imperial council, and after being elected as the consul, his reputation became even more prominent.

The Consul was granted the power to form a cabinet and staff by the Supreme Council. He had his own huge mansion in the capital and was responsible for the daily governance of the empire. Although the power in his hand was not comparable to that of the emperor, it was second only to the Supreme Council. It could be said to be under twelve!

Because it was just a projection, Ren's soul eyes couldn't see the opponent's elements.

Tim Kenan asked, "What happened to Nether Floating City?"

"I have sent someone to inquire, but there is no news for now, Master Kenan." Gnaeus shook his head and replied. The consul is stationed in the capital Northriel all the year round, which is the closest to the floating city of Nesser.

As soon as his words fell, Ren, who was standing outside the projection room, suddenly sensed the danger.

Sabra also sensed something, and suddenly turned his head to search.

Before the two of them discovered the source of the danger, the scene in front of Rennes changed, and the space he was in seemed to be turned upside down, and in the next instant, he appeared in a strange place.