Frank turned his head to glance at Bazel, then returned his gaze to Corofa's face, smiling and encouraging him to continue.

"Gorofa, what do you think will be the next step for those in power in the Far East?"

Glofa thought for a moment and said slowly: "First of all, they will inevitably abolish the heretical hereditary system, push the Sindra Church to replace the state religion of the Pero Church, and then implement more comprehensive economic reforms to solve the financial dilemma, a government without financial support cannot be maintained for a long time, if the authorities in the Far East do a good job and succeed in solving the financial dilemma, then I am afraid that the next step will be to deal with the land problem and the agricultural problem attached to the land, the main body of the new power in the Far East is soldiers and businessmen, The introduction of militarism and mercantilism after coming to power was the meaning of the topic, and both of these policies needed to be based on stable and productive agriculture. ”

"Specifically, how will the authorities in the Far East carry out agrarian reform?" Frank crossed his arms over his chest and shifted to a more comfortable position.

Gorofa spread his hands and smiled bitterly: "It's hard to say, it may reduce taxes to encourage agricultural production, or it may suppress the big landlords in the territory in the name of suppressing bandits and suppressing rebellion, and nationalize the large fertile land they occupy for redistribution...... I am afraid that this is not enough, and I expect the authorities in the Far East to do something impressive. ”

"It's alarmist again, I don't believe that those country thieves can make a name for themselves." Bazel snorted disdainfully.

Grofa didn't seem to want to endure the other party's provocation any longer, and turned to look at him coldly: "No one thought that a group of country thieves who believed in the sun god could overthrow the rule of the Arcane Lords. ”

"What do you mean by this, to compare the Holy Assanian Empire to the brutal Arcane Empire, and what qualifications do the mobs in the Far East have to compare with the Empire's ancestors?" Bazel was discolored, his fists clenched and his muscles tense, like a bull that saw a red cloth.

"I'm just stating the historical facts, even if I say something inappropriate, it should be criticized by Prince Frank and Marshal Sigmunt, you don't seem to be qualified to criticize me as a Canaanite, after all, we are all outsiders, right? Why do you want to get too deep into the play. Colossa said lightly.

"You boy, how dare you—" Bazel's anger was forced to be suppressed before he could be fully released—and Prince Zygmunt quietly kicked him in the shin.

Ignoring him, Grofa continued: "Of course, I have to admit that all of the above speculations are based on the fact that the Empire will not immediately send troops to suppress the rebellion in the Far East, and if this assumption is not true, the new regime in the Far East will be eliminated without even having a chance to govern, and the speculation I have just made will be meaningless. ”

Led by Frank, everyone present looked at Prince Zygmunt.

The Imperial Marshal spread his hands and smiled helplessly: "I am ashamed of your expectations, in fact, it is not up to me to decide whether to send troops to the Far East or not, we are all waiting for Your Majesty's holy ruling." ”

"The Cabinet Council believes that how to deal with the rebellion in the Far East is first and foremost a political issue, and that it should be resolved peacefully through diplomatic means as far as possible, and that it is not too late to send troops to suppress it if there is no hope of reconciliation, after all, military spending will bring heavy financial pressure, and this pressure is precisely the root cause of the current situation in the Far East. The Count of Müller gave a conservative reply.

Frank touched his slightly stubble chin and smiled: "After listening to your discussion, I am becoming more and more interested in the gang of thieves in the Far East, Glofa, it's still early, find a quiet place to have a drink with me and talk about the current situation in the Far East." ”

"I'm sorry, I still have urgent matters to deal with at home, so I have to rush back overnight, and I'll accompany you another day." The Imperial Crown Prince graciously declined, but Grofa apologized and refused to return to Canaan as soon as possible to concentrate on his own troubles, such as how Canaan should deal with the newly rising Kolas regime in the Far East.

……

The Age of Light (the calendar of the Holy Assanian Empire) on October 1, 1620, is destined to be remembered by all Far Easterners.

On September 30, the "Great Falls City" train platform ushered in the sixth passenger train today. The sound of the whistle came from far and near, and the magic locomotive spewed out a large cloud of water vapor, like an old man slowly driving into the platform, slowly slowing down with the neighing of brakes.

From a distance, the train looks like a long loaf of bread full of mold, not only the carriages are crammed with people, but the sides of the carriages and even the top of the carport are also crowded with black passengers, overloading passengers is one of the reasons why the train can only travel at half speed, and the other factor is of course for safety reasons.

"Attention travelers! Attention passengers! This train will stop at the Great Rapids platform for 10 minutes, so if you need to shop or make it convenient, please get off the train as soon as possible! Outdated does not wait! Outdated does not wait! ”

The conductor held an iron horn with a constant 0-ring "amplification" and reminded loudly along the railway.

The moment the seriously overloaded carriage opened the door as if ripe chestnuts burst open, the crowd noisily rushed down the platform, the women screamed to the vendors, bought some apples, pears and other thirst-quenching snacks to appease the children who were bored with the stuffy and crowded journey, and the men ran to the open public toilets, whether it was a well-dressed gentleman or a ragged farmer, all lined up in a neat line to untie their belts and let out the water, and there was still some time after the relief, and the gentlemen did not want to return to the carriage to be a man." Human Sandwich", just on the platform, they talked in twos and threes. On this special social occasion, tobacco and matches are the best medium for strangers to connect with each other, and the men have taken out their pipes, whether they are local tobacco or high-grade tobacco imported from the Kitland Highlands, they are generously shared with their travel companions, and boxes of matches are passed through the crowd, and in the blink of an eye they are empty, and it doesn't matter, the gentleman who smokes the pipe casually finds a cigarette smoker nearby, pats each other's shoulders and shouts warmly: "Man, borrow a fire!" "No one will refuse.

Thousands of strangers from towns and villages across the Far East, working in different professions, chatted around the urinal with the smell of urine, every face excited and every pair of eyes full of anticipation.

The topic of conversation was, of course, the end of the journey, the "Fort of Atonement", the newspaper reports about the revolution in the Far East were no longer news, and the news that the Köras government was going to hold the independence celebration on October 1 - that is, tomorrow - was no longer new to the people present, and in fact the reason why the people were willing to endure the torture of being almost crushed into meatloaf and take the train to the Fort Atonement was to rush to the scene to participate in the celebration of independence belonging to the entire people of the Far East!