The agent caught by Alex Farm was interrogated all night, and finally confessed to his informant in the Defia Federal District under the spell of inducement, and cooperated with the person he smuggled into the Wild West, and unsurprisingly a member of the Wild West branch of the Veterans Federation.

This result did not surprise anyone, not even the leader of the Veterans Federation, Mr. Maxwell.

Although a group of soldiers who were most loyal to the king had been sent to northern Xinjiang in the reorganization three months ago, in just 90 days, it was still impossible to erase the imprint of royal power in people's hearts, and most of the soldiers who had been disarmed and returned to the fields were not good at thinking.

But unlike the previous assassination attempts, this time the spy played a bit big, poisoning the rivers of the Western Wilderness, which was beyond the bottom line that civilians could bear, so after this matter was leaked, there was also a stir in the entire Western Wilderness.

While most civilians didn't want their lives to be planned by a group of dead men, that didn't mean they were willing to give their lives for the cause of the distant kings, so in the end, amid a roar, the spies trying to poison were hanged on the execution table at Sentinel Ridge, while cheers erupted below.

Mr. Maxwell, who was watching this scene, felt a little uncomfortable.

"The people have struggled to get back to life after the catastrophe, and most of them have the memory of King Varian in their hearts, but alas, if the stupid nobles continue to do so wanton, it is difficult to say whose side the people of the western wilderness will be on in a year's time."

Van Rikoff, who was standing next to Maxwell, pulled down his hat, and there was an extra scar on his face, which was a scar left on him by an assassin two months ago, if it wasn't for the death knight guards around him at that time to block two swords for him, I am afraid that Mr. Van Cleef, the Grand Speaker of the Federal District of Defia, would have been killed.

General Maxwell still had a strap-on on his arm, a memento of a failed assassination, and the loyal general knew that he had become synonymous with a traitor in the hearts of the nobles who had fled far north, but to be honest, he didn't really care about the name.

Because of his efforts, the 5,500 soldiers stationed throughout the Wild West survived, and under the supervision of the Veterans Federation he led, although there were still some small acts of favoritism in the newly established federal government system, most of the time, the decisions made by the parliament were based on the starting point of allowing the people to quickly restore order to life.

During these three months, he saw the efforts of Van Cleve's council, which was like a clumsy beginner, sometimes intimidating, but it was studying hard and trying to make the newly formed system better, and for this alone, General Maxwell felt that he could not blame Van Cleve.

This man was a true idealist, and he would sacrifice his life for his ideals, and until now, Van Cleef's ideals were consistent with those of General Maxwell.

"So what? What do you want me to do? ”

The middle-aged general sighed, he watched his soldiers, that is, the informant of the secret agent, sit tremblingly on the open-air judgment seat, and in the shouts of the angry farmers, the clerk of Sentinel Ridge Town, Little Satin acted as a judge, and announced the trial of this soldier who had done wrong, and he would be deprived of his rights as a citizen and thrown into the mine for five years, which was already a very serious punishment.

The general was skeptical that his soldiers would survive the five difficult years in the mines.

But... There was a price to pay for doing something wrong, and Maxwell himself couldn't plead for him.

"You may be able to write a letter, in a private name."

Seeing that the trial was over, Van Cleef turned and walked to his carriage, and General Maxwell followed him, when he heard the busy Grand Speaker whisper:

"In your name, I would like to advise my aristocratic friends in the past, if they want to challenge this new order, come with dignity, and don't engage in these disgraceful little actions... One of them is loyal to their king, but their stupidity will only push the commoners to His Majesty's side faster, which is not what you want to see, right? ”

The Speaker sat down in the carriage, and accompanied the coachman in a circle with the horses, and as he was about to leave, Van Cleef opened the window of the carriage and said to Maxwell:

"In addition, I have recently quieted down those dishonest veterans under your command, starting tomorrow, the Federation will concentrate its efforts to hunt down and crack down on these secret agents hidden among the people, you are also one of the councilmen, Maxwell, you have also heard the angry speeches of the civilian representatives of Red Ridge Mountain and the big foreman of the Fargordi Mine in the town hall, those secret agents are rampant sabotage, and have affected the normal life and business activities of the civilians... But seriously, I might have to thank them. ”

Van Cleef smiled gently:

"They're pushing us closer to civilians."

The Grand Speaker's carriage slowly disappeared into the road in the middle of the newly reclaimed farmland in the Western Wilderness, and General Maxwell, wearing a military uniform with the General's badge removed, stood on the high slope of Sentinel Ridge, looking out at the farmland under the sunset, the golden sunlight shining on the earth, this scene made the General suddenly return to the era of the rebuilding of the Kingdom of Stormwind a few years ago.

It was like this in that era, full of new vitality, like a golden time, but occasionally seeing the death knights patrolling the road, those who were out of step with the living, made the general's good mood disappear without a trace.

He snorted coldly, climbed into the carriage, and shouted to the coachman:

"Go to City Hall, and invite Councillor Gore and Reverend Stallman to have dinner at my house tonight, and say, I have something to discuss with them."

The Defia Federal Council is a complex organization, and it is theoretically the supreme governing body of the Defia Federal District, which includes the four provinces of Elwyn Forest, Western Wilderness, Twilight Forest, and Red Ridge Mountain, with 13 permanent seats, 7 for the living and 6 for the dead, so as to ensure that any necessary decisions will not be voted on in such a bad way.

Under the Federal Assembly, there is also a Senate, which contains representatives of civilians and businessmen from the newly divided 34 towns and districts, a total of 40 people, who are collectively elected by each town and chamber of commerce, with a fixed term, while the Senate meets every half a month to discuss some of the issues and decisions raised by the members, and after the decisions of the 40 members, the adopted topics are submitted to the Federal Assembly for a vote by 13 members.

In addition to the two parliaments jokingly called the House of Commons by the common people, there is also a complex and huge management system, Van Cleef has met with Tyrion several times to discuss the establishment of the new system with him, and Tyrion also gave Van Cleef very helpful "constructive advice", in short, this management system is still only a show, after all, it has only existed for 3 months, and the actual administrative process is not the same as Van Cleef once imagined.

The people who chose to stay were unaware of the new system, and the officials who had been selected from among the civilian population had no experience in management, which led to very inefficient administration and too many complicated affairs to be handled, which made Van Cleef very tired almost every day.

He had never imagined that running a country was such a complicated affair, and of course he could have chosen the way the Ureon royal rule had been in the past, a rough management model that only cared about taxes and grain, but that was not what Van Cleef wanted.

In the three months of running-in, the problems that arose in the early days of the establishment of the new system were solved one after another, and with the process of land redistribution across the country coming to an end, the most basic credibility of the new government among the people was established.

The poll that just concluded this month also showed that one in five civilians are willing to continue their lives under the new system, although this is still a minority, but it is much better than the mess at the beginning, which also gives Van Cleef hope, and at the same time, in the exhaustion, has a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment of his own.

These are all achievements under the leadership of the Federal Parliament!

"This is the summary of the situation in the three months of the Defia Federal District."

Van Cleef sat in the Blood Raven Tavern in the Twilight Forest, he took a deep breath, closed the notes in his hand, and looked at Tyrion on the other side. The Blade of Dawn, in Van Cleef's eyes, was somewhat uneasy, like a student who was about to be evaluated by his tutor on his test results.

"Well, it didn't go as smoothly as I thought it would be, but it wasn't bad."

The King of the Dark Blades glanced at Van Cleef, whose face was not very good-looking, and there was a hint of amusement in his cold voice:

"What? Mr. Speaker, do you still expect me to compliment you? After the Stormwind Kingdom moved north, there were only 130,000 civilians left in the Federal District, and in 3 months, you only won the initial approval of one-fifth of them, including a large part of the beneficiaries of the new system, so this is not an excellent result, right? ”

"Our officials are all from civilian backgrounds, and just letting them learn simple writing and management in three months is already a headache for me."

Van Cleef smiled wryly and complained:

"This is still when Councillor Maxwell and Councillor Gore took the initiative to arrange for some officers to join the management system, you told me before that education is the foundation of a stable rule, and now I finally understand, and I can't let a big soldier who doesn't know a big word be the mayor of the town, and those villages in remote areas are still outside our management system... Our rule is precarious, I know that. ”

The Grand Speaker took a deep breath and looked up at Tyrion, his eyes sparkling:

"But at least things are getting better, not worse, and we've proven that we can live well without the king."

"So I'd say it's pretty good overall."

Tyrion threw the booklet in his hand on the table, he looked at Van Cleef, and said:

"But this is just the beginning, the living, you still have a long way to go, your Senate seems to me to be just a toy with more symbolic meaning than practical meaning, I want to remind you, as a ruler, you have to realize that in addition to food and clothing, the people need to be valued, to put it more bluntly, they want their voices to be heard!"

"A House of Commons of 40 people?"

Tyrion smiled:

"I can understand that you want your council to be filled with people of prestige, but that's not enough! This is not enough for the people to realize that they can influence national policy... Pleasure, well, that's what it means, when a farmer from a humble background can one day become a councillor, a decent person in the eyes of others, and can convey the views of those around him about the country to the ruling core, and thus change the whole country, the people will feel the biggest difference between your new system and the rule of kings in the past. ”

The Death Knight knocked on the table and whispered:

"The new system will give them unlimited possibilities for life, and the basis of the ruling parliament comes from the people, and the House of Commons is the direct representation of the will of the people, and when the majority of the people realize that they are not only the constituents of the state, but also the masters of the country, do you think he will give back what he has to a king whom he may not see in his life, only because he claims that his blood is nobler?"

"Snatching something precious from someone else is hated, Van Cleef."

Tyrion drank a glass of wine, stood up, looked at the thoughtful Speaker in front of him, and whispered:

"Since the people cannot understand the most important gift we give them, which is freedom and dignity, then as a ruler, you have to find a way to make the people understand this, understand the joy of freedom, understand the preciousness of dignity."

He placed his hand on Van Cleef's shoulder, and he lowered his voice:

"You don't need to take every step very big, as long as you can make sure that you are always on the right path, I don't choose you randomly, I believe you can do this, and this will be the last time I will have an opinion on the reign of the living, Van Cleef, as the monarch of the necromancy, my leisure time is over, and I will focus on more important things."

"But I still need your help! We need your wisdom! ”

Van Cleef hurriedly stood up and tried to save Tyrion, but the King of the Blades looked back at him and shook his head:

"You have your mission, and I have mine..."

"Go forward, Van Cleaf, you have transcended your destiny, you have taken the most difficult step, and nothing in this world can stop you." 2k reading web