It only took three days for the information related to the Holy City and the trial to be delivered to Minsk.
This is a city that has been included in the territory of the Confederacy. Sean came here in mid-November and used it as his headquarters to control the army.
After nearly ten years of development, Sean's intelligence network has become quite complete, and a large amount of information is delivered to him every day.
One of Major's important daily responsibilities is to process this intelligence.
In fact, there is a team of five people responsible for screening and analyzing this information. These five people are all thoughtful and knowledgeable people. After the team summarizes, analyzes and makes judgments, Major then delivers it to Sean.
From this information, Major can conclude that Sean's secret agents have spread all over the empire, and they have their own people in various forces, and some of them have high status in their respective forces.
So he was very curious about who was in control of this intelligence organization that only served Sean. And Major could feel that Sean had great trust in this person.
The secret intelligence officer invented a special method of transmitting intelligence codes. The method was very simple but very practical. Even if someone searched for it, he would not worry about the secret being leaked.
Out of caution, although Major was curious and got some clues about this person, he quickly forgot these clues and never tried to find out the name of Sean's intelligence chief.
Putting down the information about the trial of the emperor, Sean said with some sadness: "This day has finally come."
Of course Major knew what Sean meant and said: "This is unstoppable, my Earl."
"Adrian, earl is just an old term." Sean said, "Although we in the south have not officially abolished the title, just as the emperor will be sentenced to death, everything related to the old era will follow the emperor.
fell into history.”
"Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief!" Adrian changed his title, "You are nostalgic. This is not what you should think at your age. You will only be 29 years old in a few months, and it will be the rising sun.
Many people have high hopes for you."
"Yeah." Sean said helplessly, "They invested huge sums of money in me, but they all have their own ideas."
"Your Excellency, this is your mission and will also be your glory." Major's eyes seemed to shine, "When the emperor falls, it will be your time to clean up the broken Europa!"
"However, those who support us are still hesitating and arguing..." Sean said.
"Sorry, you need to form a political party. You must use this party to unify the minds of southerners and have a unified program and course of action. It not only represents the wishes of the majority of Europeans, but also must reflect the will of your leader." May
Jie said, "I even thought of a name for this party."
"What's the name?" Sean asked curiously.
"Since our army is called the National Army, then our political party is called the Civic Party." Major said, "In a sense, at this critical moment, you must have dictatorial power. All people, and
All resources must serve our common goals, because absolute freedom will only lead to fragmentation, and this is not the time for you to be modest and cautious."
"Great!" Sean smiled, "This is exactly what I want, Adrian, can you help me run it?"
"Your Excellency, this is my honor." Major said humbly.
Sean really felt Major's encouragement or an act of surrender, especially those powerful people in Genoa who were pushing Sean forward.
Although these people have different political views and are even diametrically opposed on some issues, Sean has obviously become their greatest common denominator. As long as Sean clearly expresses his ideas, all disputes will be suppressed.
In Sean's personal thinking, there is no political party with a unified platform to lead the South, which is obviously extremely inconsistent with the development of the situation.
So, after three days of closed-door discussion with Major and his confidants, Sean published an article called "I Have a Dream."
Sean drew a big pie. He described a blueprint for the future of Europe and paved the way for the establishment of his political party:
Abolish the monarchy, cancel the titles of the nobility, and cancel the privileges of the church.
Every citizen is equal in terms of personality, economy, and law. The people have the right to elect a parliament, which enacts laws. Law is the only law for the country's governing order.
The head of state has a term of office, and once he violates the law, he should also be tried by the law.
Economically, we vigorously develop a free capitalist economy, advocate free competition, and eliminate all internal tariff barriers. The country cannot increase taxes without the consent of the parliament.
Encourage agricultural production, cancel all exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes except land tax. Protect the legitimate rights and interests of workers, establish unemployment and medical insurance, promote a ten-hour work system, and establish a minimum wage system.
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Carmen Gable was blindfolded and taken to a secret place. When several iron doors were opened, the cloth strips covering her eyes were removed.
This is an underground secret prison where Carlos II was imprisoned. Carmen was brought here because he was ordered to record the last words of the former emperor.
The big figures in the Liberal Party wanted to read the confession of Carlos II, and some simply wanted to read the secrets of the empire.
In order to get this opportunity that can be recorded in history, Carmen racked his brains and had to defeat many people.
So he took the path of Madame Bron, who was now Fox's mistress - a hot and secretive topic in the Holy City's power circles.
Outside a cell, an indifferent guard opened the heavy iron door.
Carlos II was sitting in a dark cell meditating. As a defendant, he had already gone through two rounds of formal trials and was mentally and physically exhausted. Each appearance in court was actually a public humiliation for him.
Carmen asked the guard to light a candle, and then he adapted to the environment in the cell. He said in a very complicated tone:
"His Majesty!"
Carlos II sat cross-legged on the bed, indifferent, and Carmen had to raise her voice.
"I can hear you!" Carlos II finally responded. He turned back and looked at Carmen, "Young man, am I still your 'Your Majesty'?"
Carmen was embarrassed: "Actually, I don't know what to call you? After all, you have ruled this country for nearly forty years."
"Well, it's rare to meet an honest person, although you may have something else in mind." Carlos II said, "I said, I don't need a defense lawyer."
"They... they... asked me to..." Carmen was searching for the words he could think of, "let me record what you want to say. It's a memoir, right?"
"It seems they can't wait for me to die."
To Carmen's surprise, Carlos II behaved very calmly: "You can go, I have nothing to say."
Carmen did not want to return without success and said:
"Your Majesty, I heard the whole process of your self-defense in court. Just as you yourself declared, you thought you were just fulfilling your duties. If, I mean, if you have a death wish, why not give way to others?
How can people see your heartfelt words?"
"Can you guarantee that my last words will be spread intact?" Carlos sneered.
Carmen took out his notebook, quickly wrote a name on a page, showed it to Carlos II, crumpled the page into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.
Carlos II was stunned for a while and then said: "Okay, young man."