The noisy of the nobles was distracting.

Victoria Wilder sat next to Crown Prince Wales, expressionless on her cold face. Her eyes swept over the nobles of all sizes gathered in the long hall of the castle, with a hint of undetectable contempt in her eyes.

These wine bags.

They wore gorgeous robes and talked a lot in this castle. They had noble blood and had louder names. Their attitude when speaking here seemed to determine the fate of the kingdom. However, their passionate speech could be summarized in just one word: interests.

A voice of righteousness echoed in the hall: "... The Kare family supports the reconstruction of the Kingdom Avenue. We are willing to do a hundred strong laborers. My nephew will lead the team in person..."

"What a great sacrifice! One hundred people!" Someone sneered loudly beside him, "I'm afraid there are more than one hundred people who raise horses for you, right?"

"The people and food of the Carre family are on the eastern front. We have already brought out everything we can for this kingdom. But the Earl of Ash Mountain, don't you even have five hundred mules?"

"I don't agree with the reconstruction of Kingdom Avenue. Although what the Regent Duke said makes sense, Kingdom Avenue can bring great benefits in the long run, but now we are fighting and rashly use a large amount of manpower and materials on road construction. What if it affects the situation of the war? I think we only need to rebuild the main road in the east and west directions, so that we can easily transport troops to the front line..."

"I object!"

...

The noisy of the nobles is really upsetting.

Moon Wales sat in the top position like a puppet. When the noise in the hall was almost out of control, the nominal successor of the king finally couldn't help but speak: "Gentlemen, ladies, let's put the argument aside. The project of Kingdom Avenue can be discussed slowly. After all, it's winter now, we can discuss the town council and the business system first..."

The voice of Wales finally calmed down the debate in the hall, but the new proposal he proposed quickly brought about a new round of disputes. The nobles of all sizes praised the long-term vision of the Regent and His Royal Highness, praised their wise plans, and then strongly suggested one by one to implement these new systems in other people's territory.

If Victoria Wilder and Franklin Berdevin weren't sitting here, they would probably not be just arguing like this.

Such a debate is destined to have no result. The noise in the hall once again reached the peak, and before Wales Moon had to speak again, Victoria Wilder finally stood up.

"Enough."

The northern queen said in a cold voice, and as her words fell, the cooling of the entire castle instantly approached the freezing point from the inside to the outside.

"I hope these cold air can calm you down." After a moment, Victoria took back her huge magic power. As the temperature in the hall gradually recovered, her eyes swept across the coldest nobles.

These are all real powerful nobles of all sizes, who control half of the extraordinary power, land, wealth, they are short-sighted and selfish, and they can only hold back the kingdom when they pick up the group. However, even as the regent, she can only warn these people in this way.

"We came here not to quarrel," Victoria continued to speak after ten seconds of silence. "The town council and commercial reform are the destined directions, but I understand everyone's concerns so all this will not be imposed on any of you. The pilot of the town council is chosen from the northern lords and royal fiefs, and commercial reform is the responsibility of the Western Principality of the Grand Duke of Franklin."

With a hint of bookish elegant temperament, Bedevin Franklin owed slightly forward in response to Victoria's words.

The nobles of all and big in the hall were silent for a moment, and then they all showed relief, but they did not dare to show it too obvious and exaggerated, so they could only try to make reserved and humble smiles, and use messy praise and tributes to hide their true thoughts. Their covering skills are superb. The flowing humble actions and heartfelt praise all reflect their qualifications as nobles. However, Victoria Wilder has seen through these masks since Girls' Generation.

Keeping her frozen face is already the greatest politeness she can show to these people.

She sat down, and the Duke of Berber Franklin, who was standing up, then said: "All new policies will not be forced to be promoted, but I want to explain in advance. Please remember that one of the virtues of the nobles is to keep your oath in mind, so don't forget your decision today. If you oppose the construction of new factories in your own territory today, if you want to build a factory in the future, you must unconditionally pay 30% of the redemption money to the royal family. This is to redeem the right to build a factory today; if you refuse to let the road connect your territory here today, any road to the kingdom will bypass you in the future, unless you redeem the road like the right to build a factory; if you refuse to sign a trade agreement here today, you will not be allowed to establish a new chamber of commerce or company within ten years unless you redeem the right to commercial reform."

The Duke of the West, with a calm face, stated these conditions one by one, and his tone and expression made the nobles who had just begun to be secretly happy quickly confused and uneasy.

They knew what they were discussing here today. It was a lot of rebellious and sensational things, which were strange rules coming from the southern border. The Regent asked the nobles to give up some of their privileges, demanded that everyone obey the management of the royal family, set up new factories in their own territory, set up town councils that could threaten the rule of the lord, build roads, and start companies... These things were taken out one by one, and they were all completely threats and deprivation.

However, the Duke of the West called them "rights" and announced that every noble who raised objections today gave up these "rights". Even said that one day if someone wants to build a factory, open a company, and build a road, he still has to spend money to redeem these "rights"?

This incredible and absurd and weird statement is really hard to understand.

The people in the hall were silent in confusion and whispering in confusion. Some people seemed to react slightly, and some people seemed to be frightened by the attitude of the Duke of the West. They cautiously called their servants and wrote down notes and handed them to the Duke, but more people just spread their hands and shook their heads.

Who would want such "rights"? The right to cut off your body?

The noisy meeting ended, and the nobles scattered. In the huge hall, except for the attendants and guards, only two regents and a nominal crown prince were soon left.

"This is the first time I've seen you get angry," Victoria said with a sigh at Duke Bedwin, "You thought you would never lose your temper on such occasions."

"I'm really angry, but I'm serious," said Beardwin, sitting in the chair with exhaustion on his face. "This can confuse some people, at least they will think more, while the other... they will at least one day contribute to the Kingdom Treasury."

Victoria frowned: "How many people have been shaken?"

"Less than 10% of the people," Duke Bedevin recalled the number of people handing over the notes, shook his head, "most of them were far away from the Kingdom Avenue, the territory itself was not rich and rich, and there were landless royal nobles. These people had no worries about wealth and privilege, but were worried about losing the protection of the royal family. They expressed their willingness to learn more about our new policy in private."

"One percent..." Victoria snorted coldly, but with a strong sense of helplessness in the snorkeling, "It's so much."

This northern queen would also encounter helpless things, which made Bo Dewen feel deeply moved.

"Just as we expected, there are many difficulties," he sighed and said to Victoria. "We have adjusted the areas involved in the change as much as possible, and removed the items that had the greatest impact on the nobles in the field, but it still caused such strong resistance. Including yesterday, the two meetings the day before yesterday, the whole three days of discussion, the passage of only five articles was passed, and they were all irrelevant parts..."

"I said at the beginning that no matter how much you adjust, it will be the same. It is no difference between taking a gold coin from those people's pockets and a hundred gold coins, because they are not willing to lose a copper plate," Victoria shook her head, "You have to build factories, build roads, and set up officials on their land, which is what has moved them."

Moon, who had never spoken, suddenly spoke: "At least we can start with the royal fiefdom and some of your territory."

"Our..." Bedwin smiled bitterly, "We personally understand the need to do so, but the marquises, counts, and viscounts under our names may not think so... Even if we personally promote it, the difficulties of implementing change within the public are still huge."

Separate the feudal rule and form one country.

Victoria Wilder suddenly thought of the words that Gao Wen said when he evaluated the kingdom aristocratic system before he left the southern border, and thought of the "new aristocratic" system in the southern border.

The Counts and Viscounts there... don't have such great power.

She shook her head, threw some bad associations aside, and looked at Wales: "I was surprised that you could support these new policies so much. I didn't actually take into account the royal fiefdom directly."

"I know, this is yours to the Moen family..." Wales shook his head and pressed the words "last point of respect" back to his heart. "I can see the meaning of these new policies, and I know they are good for this country."

"In fact, those who objected, resisted, and refused to express their opinions at the meeting, could not be seen," Victoria's eyes turned to the empty hall and said slowly, "Even if they can't see the role of new factories, new chambers of commerce, and civilian schools, they can at least see the rise of Cecil... But they still have to oppose, or refuse to express their opinions."

Bodevin Franklin sighed: "It's not that they can't see the benefits of doing this for the Kingdom, they just don't want to pay their own interests for it. Their idea is simple: why can't it be someone else, why can't it be built on other people's territory, yes, everyone is thinking that way."

"I want to be good," Victoria suddenly whispered after a moment of silence, "at least, the new king's crown has received support."

Bedwin Franklin showed a slightly sarcastic smile: "Yeah, it's a small thing to have them support the king than building a factory on their territory."

After saying this, the Duke of Westward, who was in a obviously bad mood, stood up. He looked at the exit of the hall and said slowly after a few seconds of silence: "The plan of the town council is likely to fail. This reform is too radical. We can suspend it, and so can schools. But new factories must be available, and at all costs, otherwise we will be strangled by the Cecilians forever."

Bedwin Franklin left.

Victoria looked at the Duke of the West and left without saying anything for a long time.

The voice of Wales Moon broke the silence at the scene: "Duket Wilder, is Duke Govin Cecil really not interested in the throne of Ansu that day?"

Victoria nodded: "That's what he said."

"Oh..." Walesmoon nodded calmly, and then slowly stood up, "Then I'll leave first, please give yourself your own care."

Finally, Victoria was the only one left in the hall.

The Queen of the North looked at this empty place, and stood for a long time when she was filled with noise and disputes not long ago.

A faint sigh rang out in the hall, accompanied by flying snowflakes, and her figure disappeared beside the throne.
Chapter completed!