The parliamentary hall in Aldernan has a gorgeous triple spire. The largest first spire is located at the top of the entire building to symbolize the protection and guide the imperial power of the entire empire. The second spire symbolizes the nobles under the imperial power, also known as the "pillar of the empire". The lowermost spire has the widest area and directly covers the parliamentary hall. Nominally, it symbolizes the glorious citizens of the empire, that is, the "foundation of the empire."

This bold, groundbreaking symbolic statement is a microcosm of Rosetta's decades of new policy reform. Although from reality, the number of "citizen councillors" under these triple spires is not even half as many as that of noble councillors, and there are very few people who really have the right to speak, so that whenever people mention Aldernan's parliament, they almost default to the old "noble councillors" located in the upper level, and subconsciously ignore another part of the council.

Rosetta Augustus has been working to change this, and this situation has indeed changed a lot in the past two years.

Those loud machines and large corporations that popped up overnight made citizens and councillors quickly increase the capital for speaking in parliament - strictly speaking, the capital for business representatives to speak in parliament.

It was also the first time that Matilda realized that some forces were more effective than the royal decrees and guidance.

She sat on the golden high-backed chair symbolizing the royal family, looking down at the entire hall below with a calm expression. The magic crystal stone lamp shines on the place from the roof, making the faces under the roof look clear and vivid. These people who hold the greatest power below the imperial power in the social structure of Tifeng are expressing their opinions, discussing a plan that may change the entire era. Those who are qualified to speak in the front row are trying their best to show their persuasiveness and appeal in order to win the support of more ordinary members of parliament, and more importantly, the statement of Princess Matilda, who represents the will of the royal family.

In Tifeng's special parliamentary system, the will of the imperial power account for a large proportion. Unless the consensus of the members of the parliamentary party in a certain bill can be overwhelmingly consistent, people must strive to win the support of the spokesperson of the imperial power.

"I still oppose such radical transformation and restructuring solutions - although I acknowledge the advantages of new technologies and have always been happy to embrace the bright future of new technologies, we must be more aware of the size of the existing communication tower network, and the costs and benefits behind it," a middle-aged nobleman wearing a dark blue jacket stood up and turned to the MPs behind him. "Rebuilding the entire communication network means that our investment in the past few decades has become a bubble - it has not even had time to recover the costs, and it is still unknown whether the newly built network can play a stable role..."

"This is not just a matter of cost and benefit. Mr. Earl, this is still a technical problem," someone stood up again. "Don't you know the limitations of the communication tower? Their technical foundation is outdated. On the premise of magic network transmission, continuing to maintain investment and construction of the communication tower network has actually become a waste, a waste of the empire's wealth..."

"What about those who maintain the messenger tower? What about those who rely on the messenger tower to make a living? We cannot solve problems with the idea of ​​merchants - we still have the responsibility to maintain the survival of the people!"

"This responsibility is more reflected in the seventeen messenger towers where you have the right to benefit?"

"Please don't bring personal problems to such a solemn occasion. If you introduce personal interests, you may lose your say, sir!"

The debate below became increasingly fierce, but the seemingly emotional speakers remained in order just in place, expressing their opinions in accordance with the process of parliament, and no one overcames and disturbing the imperial power. Matilda just sat quietly on the chair that belonged to her, watching all this expressionlessly.

Before this session ends, these people may have to argue for a while.

They had a quarrel yesterday for a while.

This seemingly chaotic situation was actually very clear in Matilda's eyes. She could see that the old nobles had already reached an agreement. However, the little nobles who should have stood in the aristocratic camp in the past were now vaguely standing with the merchants. The latter's union would have been incredible if it were put a few years ago. However, since last year, similar situations have happened more than once.

The reason is simple. Factory and emerging companies are gathering more and more wealth and occupying increasingly greater influence. The "news" among the small nobles and the middle-level nobles are the main investors in these industries. They have long been tied to merchants in terms of interests. The upper nobles, in contrast, still control the huge traditional industries and wealth, and have many infrastructures. This has led to the latter's response to the new investment boom by one step, but it is still a huge force that is irresistible.

These two forces have increasingly clearly divided and occupied their territory. Each of their members is staring at the other side's every move. They look tightly at their pockets and don't want a copper plate to fall on the opposite side.

The distribution of interests is more real than any team.

The friction between the two forces has gradually increased since last year, but because the areas where they each have little intersection, the intensity of this friction is also very low. Until recently, it suddenly became so intense, because some new technologies suddenly broke the existing "rules", giving merchants and aristocratic investors the opportunity to get involved in those infrastructures, and the old owners of those facilities...the response to this is of course very intense.

Matilda wanted to yawn, but she held it back.

Today's debate will not have any results, but she has already foreseen the result a few days later: a compromise will appear, the traditional communication towers will be retained, the facilities with high maintenance will be transformed and become carriers of new technologies, and merchants and noble investors will get an opportunity to invest. However, overall, the entire communication network will still be firmly controlled by the old families and the mage association.

Matilda is even sure that those opportunities for investment in the communication tower transformation project will be released by the old families and the Association of Mages - it seems to share the benefits of the communication network, but it can make it difficult for aristocratic investors and businessmen who are currently weak to continue to maintain a consistent and tough attitude. As long as there are certain dividends as "pleasure", it is easy for compromise members to appear within emerging interest groups. They will give up radical and completely rebuild a communication network plan in exchange for more stable and safe returns, which is what the Association of Mages and the great nobles standing behind the association are happy to see.

After all, the Mage Association is not stupid, and those great nobles are even less stupid. Of course, they can see how good the brand new communication network is - they just don't want this thing to be controlled by others first.

...

The seriousness of the matter exceeded Grand Duke Pei Dinnan's expectations. This unprecedented crisis made the old duke, who had been through the battle for a long time, frown tightly.

"That's the case, my old friend," Rosetta Augustus sat in a high-backed chair, staring calmly at the great duke standing opposite him, "as I have told you before, the gods are not very reliable protectors - a transcendent, powerful, unknown and completely above the mortals, and I am always wary of them whether they have been providing shelter for mortals or not."

"...I have never understood your concerns about God, but now I have to admit that you are right," Peidinan Wendell said in a deep voice. "I just didn't expect that we would face these things in our lifetime..."

As he said that, he couldn't help frowning again: "Does the information revealed by Gauvin Cecil in the letter need to be verified? It's still hard for me to believe... Cecil's ruler would remind us so honestly and kindly."

"He is a powerful opponent, but in this matter, he is our friend," Rosetta shook his head. "In the book Matilda brought, Gauven Cecil mentioned more than once that the fate of mortals must advance and retreat in the face of nature and the power of gods. I also thought that it was just a propaganda gesture and slogan, but now I am willing to believe in his sincerity in this regard."

"...We all live on this land." Pei Dinnan's voice was deep.

"Yes, we all live on this land," Rosetta said lightly, "so I called you here today to prepare for the disaster that might happen on this land."

"...Can we really deal with the threat from gods?" Pei Dinnan couldn't help but have some doubts, "Of course, the Cecils seem to have successfully fought against the 'divine disaster', but they are not facing real gods, and luck accounts for a large proportion..."

"We are not facing real gods," Rosetta shook his head, "or rather, I don't think the gods will directly 'attack' the world of mortals."

"The gods will not directly 'attack' the world of mortals..." Pei Dinnan subconsciously repeated, with a look on his face as if he was confused.

"Gods need 'mediums', and they don't come so easily, aren't they?"

Pei Dinnan frowned and looked at the monarch in front of him who had sworn loyalty for decades. For some reason, he suddenly saw a trace of strangeness in the other party's face: "What do you mean..."

Rosetta was silent for a few seconds before suddenly saying something seemed irrelevant: "Do you know, I have begun to envy our neighbors recently..."

...

After Duke Peidinan left, Rosetta was still sitting quietly in the study. He leaned on the backrest chair that could cover the whole person, as if he had been in long-term thinking. It was not until more than ten minutes of silence and stillness that he suddenly raised his hand and turned off the lights in the study with a small magic trick.

The night outside was already heavy, only the stars shone on the tower of the Obsidian Palace. As the lights in the study went out, darkness spread rapidly, and the stars outside the window also passed through the crystal window next to it and spread throughout the study.

Everything in the study was immersed in the indifferent night.

Rosetta gently tapped the armrest of the seat, and amid the rhythmic thrust, he seemed to be patiently waiting for something to arrive.

After dozens of knocks, a little bit of dim light suddenly appeared on the desk in the study room. Then the dim light spread rapidly, covering the desk, bookshelf, floor, and wall... In just a few seconds, the entire study room was illuminated by dim light. The turbid light also filled the window not far away, outlining the scene of Orlandell two hundred years ago outside the window.

Dusk suddenly came.

Rosetta looked up and the things that were originally familiar in the study were changing rapidly. Some ancient and old illusions that had long disappeared from history were covering the familiar furnishings. Ruddy whispers and chuckles from unknown places sounded from all around, as if a banquet was being held next to the study, and the laughter of guests came through the walls and a balcony. It seemed that guests had even walked through the walls and into the room, whispering something in Rosetta's ears.

Rosetta completely ignored these illusory sounds and just stared quietly in the direction of the door. The next second, the laughter or whisper suddenly disappeared.

Outside the closed door of the study, in the direction of the corridor, some kind of staggering footsteps suddenly sounded after the whisper disappeared, and seemed to be approaching here little by little.

The next second, a knock on the door came from the direction of the study door.

Rosetta did not respond, and the knock continued patiently.

It knocked for a long time, and it seemed as if it was about to stop in this eternal dusk, Rosetta broke the silence: "Can you continue knocking, or do you expect to knock the door by knocking it out?"

The knock on the door suddenly stopped. After a few seconds of death silence, a low voice that seemed to be mixed together came from outside the door: "Your mental strength is really amazing... I thought you were about to collapse countless times, but you are still yourself..."

"Surprising?" Rosetta shook his head, "but you are not human."

"This is really a pointless detail problem," said the voice outside the door. "I don't like details, so let's talk about the key points... Why do you take the initiative to enter this dream? This is a very rare situation."

"I suddenly became curious about something, but in the mortal world I couldn't find the answer - maybe what are you willing to answer?"

As soon as his voice fell, a strange atmosphere suddenly filled the entire dream space. The atmosphere seemed to be mixed with surprise and joy, and at the same time, countless senses of peeping came from all directions. It seemed that in the depths of this dream, between the ancient memory corridors, halls and courtyards, the sights of countless "guests" were instantly attracted, looking indifferently at the position of Rosetta Augustus.

In the study in front of Rosetta, the walls that originally hung ordinary decorative oil paintings suddenly wafted like water. The decorative oil paintings were swallowed by the walls and were spit out again. However, the picture on it had turned into the appearance of Marjorie Augustus.

"Ah, my dear son, have you finally decided to return to our big family?"

Then Marjorie became George Augustus again: "This is a day worth celebrating!"

"You're celebrating earlier," Rosetta looked at the oil painting coldly, "Keep quiet on the side."

The figures swaying around on the oil painting suddenly became blurred, and the low, overlapping voice outside the study door made a chuckle: "I am so confident, but it is not that simple to seek knowledge from the gods... But no matter what, I am quite happy.
Chapter completed!