Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 300 The nobles of the two countries
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Irene stood alone in her dressing room, reaching out to adjust the position of her barrette and hairnet one last time.

People of the Aurora Society—it needs to be called this before the church is officially renamed—of course don’t care what clothes their future saint wears to participate in the promotion ceremony today, and she doesn’t care herself, she just needs such an action to relieve Nervous mood.

After the battle of the gods, the Council of Intis has been silent on the replacement of the gods, and it did not start operating again until yesterday.

This is to maintain the superficial "democracy". In fact, the parliament controlled by the top church and business oligarchs has completely exposed the essence of its theocracy, that is, everything is based on the church and everything is based on the gods.The speed with which direction can be changed and the law adjusted is nothing short of divine.

The war of gods and the change of master of the main god came and went faster, and with the help of myself and others hidden in the Eternal Sun Church, most believers have not realized what happened, and this extremely small religious war is over .

She looked up at the jeweled clock on the wall of the dressing room, the hour hand pointed to 9 o'clock, and it was time for her to go to the church for the ceremony.

Irena took a deep breath, then restrained her expression, and walked out with her chest raised.

The noisy mansion in the past was very quiet today, the servants along the road saluted the lady one after another, it was rare and clean.

No extravagant banquets from last night into the morning, no lingering smells of wine and spices, no annoying guests who start harassing maids and valets when they get drunk, no drunken strangers, no hanging out with lovers Parents and brothers who didn't come home until early in the morning... Except for a very few deviant lunatics, most of the Intis nobles have been trying to figure out the will of the gods in the past week, reducing their spending on banquets and balls, all of which made Irena feel comfortable physically and mentally. , The chin was raised a little more, and he couldn't help but walked an elegant straight line in the corridor.

She maintained a relaxed mood until her elder brother appeared at the corner ahead. The eldest son of the marquis with golden brown hair had sharp eyes, reminiscent of the marquis, and some kind of bird.Holding a glass of light sparkling wine for breakfast, he seemed to be waiting for his sister here.

"What's the matter?" Irena stopped two meters in front of her brother, "Dear Viscount Clovis?"

"Are you really determined to be the acolyte of the Guangming Cathedral?"

Relying on the height difference, Clovis asked his sister condescendingly: "Your behavior is equivalent to showing that the noble Montemar family has a traitor who believes in evil gods. In addition, this position is now being watched by many pairs of eyes at the same time." Then, you will be hated beyond imagination."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Irena rolled her eyes impolitely, and Clovis shrugged.

Clovis showed a slight smile: "I have to say, sister, because of you, the family has received some boring impeachment and gossip. Those idiots who don't understand the situation always like to show off their messy brains. Speaking of it , Yesterday, a duke expressed his intention to intervene in your marriage contract, and he is willing to make you the betrothal object of his eldest son."

Irena narrowed her golden eyes, and asked with an elegant and sharp smile:

"Do you think I will stop at the deacon, or the dean?"

Knowing his clever and ambitious sister very well, Clovis smiled not surprisingly:
"of course not."

"It was quite an act of kindness on the part of the duke, but it wasn't enough. Our marriage must be used for something more worthy, and I'm glad you didn't really believe in that one, oh, now Call him the great Creator, praise the Lord."

Clovis spoke slowly in an aristocratic tone. Compared with siblings, their conversation style was more inclined to collaborators: "He wants to intervene in the marriage contract now, just to give you a marriage that you can rely on marriage to inherit. The other party's family property and title are empty promises, but in fact, with your existence, the Montemar family has the possibility of becoming a duke family, and I no longer need to exchange your marriage with the duke for status."

Irena's smile became gentle again:

"What does father mean?"

Clovis couldn't help laughing.

"The old Marquis dreams of becoming a royal family." He leisurely shook the sparkling wine in his hand, and took a sip to his lips, "Hehe, old people always have similar obsessions. But the Church of the Creator has gradually expanded The scope of science popularization of Extraordinary knowledge is over, and the trial operation of the "Extraordinary Management Regulations" is going smoothly. Anyone with a discerning eye can see the meaning of the Lord and the Church—they are clearly going to impact the current order and expand the influence of Extraordinary. Once Extraordinary knowledge is no longer In the hands of a few, more and more people will join the church. Now that the power of the world is weakened, what do the royal family and the royal family do? We might as well go to parliament to fight for military power, or become a vital archbishop .”

He expressed his attitude and looked into his sister's eyes.

"I'm glad I have a wise older brother."

When the serving maid passed her by, Irena took a bottle of sparkling wine from the tray in her hand, and shook it leisurely like her brother: "The church is the shepherd dog of God. The royal family is just As a tool of the church, the royal family can be replaced at any time, and the destruction of the Sauron family has proved this point. Back then, Eternal Blazing Sun probably felt that it was nothing more than the royal family or the lifetime ruling changed its surname to Gustav."

Clovis passed the goblet forward, and Irene clinked it lightly with him.

"Everyone's ideas are different. Some people are willing to be a tool to enjoy the increasingly illusory worldly glory and wealth, while others are willing to be ignorant sheep. But to be honest, it doesn't feel good to be a shepherd dog for God, but you should It's the best."

"Yes."

"After your promotion ceremony is over, go to the cathedral immediately, and continue to act like you don't agree with me because of the marriage contract."

Clovis drank a small half of the sparkling wine in his hand, squinting like his sister: "It's easy for me to operate."

Irena agreed with her brother's words, and then asked: "The military power of the parliament must fall into the hands of the Jagged Cross. How do you compete with them?"

"Join them." Clovis shrugged disapprovingly, "They will need a big noble who takes the lead in submitting."

"...You are really willing to let go."

After the restoration of Sauron's royal family failed, the nobles of Intis realized that being abandoned was only a matter of God's thought, so they had unimaginable enthusiasm and piety for nearly 200 years afterwards.Although it is about profit, it is not so easy to convert. Irena can almost imagine how much impact the eldest son of the marquis will bring to Intis's noble circle.

"Joining them is the only way I can legitimately contact the army and train my subordinates. I don't have to avoid suspicion and not join the national army."

Clovis snorted: "It's a pity that my talent is not good, and I have only just touched the threshold of Sequence 5. It was a long time ago that there was a smart and talented sister who could help me, and it is not in vain that I have been giving you cover up and funding."

"It's a good thing to be able to stop at the demigod."

"I understand. Let the old Marquis and his worthless brother just stay in chaos like this. I will hold off on your engagement with the Duke's family first. You can concentrate on your work. Now that the Church of the Creator has few talents, quickly establish yours." fame and power."

Irena nodded slightly: "I know what to do."

Clovis raises his glass:
"The Montemar family will be honored once again in our hands."

They clinked glasses again and drank the sparkling wine in one gulp.

"By the way, sister, there may be times when you need to come forward this year." Clovis suddenly remembered something, "The scale of the battle between Fusac and Loen in the Amanda Mountains has a tendency to expand, it is estimated that Fusac A second war route will soon be opened from Jianhai."

"Among our distant relatives in Ruen, some people have already written to ask how much they will receive."

Irena couldn't help raising her eyebrows: "Is this already starting to find a way out?"

Although the secular nobles are quite small in the war, such behavior is a bit too spineless.

"Yes. You can contact their female relatives in a more tactful way, ask carefully, and find out how much property they have..."

……

Backlund, Loen Veteran Officers Club.

Councilor Macht led Dawn to a larger room. The exquisitely carved mahogany door indicated the expensive status of the user.

Before entering the door, Councilor Macht took a deep breath, lowered his voice and said to Dawn:

"I must apologize to you again."

"And those who didn't come here are all families with survivors."

The mahogany door cut off the breathing and heartbeat of the guests inside, making it impossible for Klein to judge the number of people inside.He calmed down a little, nodded to Councilor Macht, and opened the door to enter.

Fewer people came than expected.

This was Klein's first reaction.

The second reaction was that almost everyone was dressed in black, like a dark cloud.The gentlemen were dressed in formal suits, and some of them wore white flowers in front of their faces; the ladies had embroidered check tulle to cover their faces, and the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed that they had entered a large collective mourning party.

In fact, it was not far from a mass mourning.

Klein's eyes swept over men and women with heavy, serious or sad expressions, matching each person with their name and identity with his extraordinary ability and memory.In a sense, a parent losing a child, so many young people dying, or a war breaking out are events to be saddened by.

But whenever Klein had similar thoughts, he couldn't help but think of the little girl with big and bright eyes he saw in the Southern Continent, and the little girl in her teens who begged him to buy her. Even a disabled man who was taken away as a mistress.

Then his sympathy for the nobles who had lost their families before him would dwindle, and in the end there would be almost nothing left but mourning for the loss of life itself.

At least you still have dignity, money, noble status, a wealthy life, and other relatives... But it's wrong to be more painful, Klein thought silently, restraining such emotions.

He simply said hello and took a seat on the empty sofa. This sofa should be reserved for him, facing all the clients, making Klein feel as if he had arrived at a lecture and he should say something, or be successful. A target of public criticism, waiting for everyone's verdict.

Senator Macht sat down on another sofa beside him.

The closest to Dawn was Colonel Calvin, who single-handedly matched the commissioned officers.His expression looked a little uncoordinated, without the heaviness from the heart of others, and he even gave Dawn a wink. Compared with the people around him, he seemed to be deliberately stern.

It seems that his junior is still alive...

"Mr. Dawn Dantès, first of all I need to thank you for your efforts in the Southern Continent." Calvin seemed to have some affection for Dawn, so he first emphasized Dawn's risks and efforts, "In the chaotic war During the period, you took the risk of going out to sea with your bodyguards, and not only successfully brought our items to the Southern Continent, but also successfully crossed the war zone and the plain, and sent them to Behrens."

"You have made great contributions to this entrustment. In any case, I..."

But before Calvin finished speaking, an angry voice suddenly spoke in the gloomy black cloud:
"Regardless of the result? How can you not care about the result?"

The one who spoke was a brown-haired middle-aged man with a white flower on his chest, his hair and beard trembling slightly with anger.

"Your Excellency the Baron!" Calvin said embarrassingly.

"Mr. Dantès, why are you able to come back in full? You have connections to Behrens during the war, but you can't bring even one more person out?" The elderly baron stood up, ignoring the colonel at all. He asked Klein with his personal emotions almost out of control, "You! I entrusted you to see my child, but you didn't even stay in Behrens for a little longer, and you didn't even bring my child's letter or message with you. Come back! I don't even know if he saw the letter we sent him!"

His first sentence was the voice of almost everyone present, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at Dawn, waiting for his answer.

"... About this matter, I have already explained..."

Dwayne Dantès had no expression on his face: "Colonel Alfred Hall accepted your items and asked me to leave immediately on the grounds of danger. I believe that your son must have read your letter." Otherwise, You are questioning the personality of Alfred Hall.

The Baron of the Conservative Party was furious, but he didn't want to step into this blatant trap, and he didn't want to attract the bad opinion of Earl Hall, an important supporter of the New Party. He tightly shut his mouth and sat down indignantly.

Immediately another person in the crowd spoke sarcastically:
"Even the whereabouts of Major General Constantine, the Levitt family's most promising successor to His Excellency Amyrius, are missing. What are you compared to the Levitt family? How could your child be alive?"

These words immediately opened up everyone's chatterbox, the old baron's face flushed red, but he didn't dare to refute the words.

"Major General Constantine is still missing, what if he is still alive?"

Another sharp laughter exploded from the crowd: "Maybe he was just captured, maybe the major general took people into hiding. The unknown whereabouts is hope, but your child is really dead!"

Low voices of ridicule and curse sounded in the gloomy black clouds. People who had lost their children satirized each other mercilessly, trying to sting others with sarcasm, and based their little comfort on over the pain of others,

Among the noise, Dawn Dantès became the least important one again.

Colonel Calvin exhaled softly, and whispered to Klein, "Dawn, I am very grateful for the news that my second son was captured and returned to us alive."

Did it go out through the gap deliberately made by the Jagged Cross?Klein was not surprised, or he was more surprised that only a few people left and were captured from that place.Someone must have leaked the news. It seems that the enemy's openness is no match for the internal conflicts in the army. When only the children of the nobles and the rich can survive, the hatred of the civilian soldiers against the high-ranking people will reach its peak.

After all, he paused, glanced at the big men who were mocking each other in an elegant tone with a little fear, and spoke again:
"There are more than ten families who have received your help. I would like to thank you in private. I will try my best to maintain your contacts."

Klein stared at everything in front of him, turned his head towards Colonel Calvin, and nodded slightly:

"Thank you."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head again and stared intently at the nobles in front of him.

He had already decided what to write in this week's report to the Dark Saint, so he wrote: some people in the noble class lost important heirs, and some lost their wealth and dignity.The overall strength of the noble class has not weakened significantly, but the cohesion and loyalty to the country are declining rapidly. They will treat the next war with a more negative attitude, and may even directly lead to the defeat of the war...

In addition, Loen's internal conflicts are still intensifying.

Klein looked at his hands. He traveled frequently to and from the Loen Scholarship Foundation these two days, and saw more unemployed people on the road.

They were supposed to be middle-class people with a relatively decent job and savings. Other members of the family also had jobs, so they didn't go to the East District immediately after losing their jobs, and they were able to stay in Backlund to continue looking for jobs.

Food prices are rising slightly, as are cottons, most notably the cakes and breads at Fetus's grocer, which are up half a penny each.Although there are still an endless stream of buyers, from the large-scale laid-off female textile workers in the Eastern District to the middle class that gradually began to experience unemployment, the obvious economic downturn can already be seen by even a layman like Klein.

The lives of the nobles will not be affected in a short time, but Klein has already started hoarding food, and has the housekeeper and his servants also start hoarding food.

The next step seems to be wartime economic policy, but the country does not seem to have a more effective regulation.

After finishing the draft in his mind, Klein suddenly felt that this history was strangely familiar.After a while, he frowned slightly, leaned back slightly, and took a breath.

"This is World War I..."

TBC
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Well, airship bombing...

(End of this chapter)