This is a spacious and bright room, located on the top floor of the entire castle. It has good lighting, and it looks like a wealthy family.
In fact, this is indeed a wealthy place. This castle was purchased by a wealthy man and renovated into a chamber of commerce.
Many wealthy businessmen are willing to come here to gather, and many big capitalists have rooms that they rent here year-round. This is also a way for many people to show off their wealth, a new standard.
The power of this guild hall is unimaginable, and it is even more awe-inspiring than the city lord's palace in the local area.
"For the freedom of the Magic Continent!" In the center of this room, on the blood-red carpet, a long sword lay across several other long swords, and a young nobleman spoke his oath.
He looked around for a week, looked at the same young and immature faces, and said confidently: "Okay! Everyone! In the future, our descendants will give us a fair evaluation!"
"Today's rebels are tomorrow's heroes! People will remember us and praise us! Cheer and shout for what we have done!" He said that his sword had returned to its scabbard, and he clenched his fist firmly.
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"For the sake of this world! We must eradicate the tyrants!" Several other young people also nodded in agreement.
"Chris has hindered the development of this world! The emperor system is obsolete. The ones who can represent our future are all the people in the empire!" the young man at the head said with confidence.
"Yes, but at this stage, the first thing we need to consider is to take the power back from Chris's hands!" Another young man shouted loudly, waving his fist.
The sound insulation effect here is very good, so people inside can shout loudly without having to worry about the ears on the partition wall.
So no one would know if you shouted such treasonous words here. Of course, everyone in the room could hear it clearly, and they didn't take it seriously at all.
Everyone in this room hopes that Chris will die suddenly, so that the Ilanthil Empire will become a complete "dark kingdom" because there is no successor.
The fathers of these young people can successfully ascend to power and use their money and power to control everything in the empire.
According to their thinking, as long as an organization similar to "Congress" is established, their parents or ancestors will be elected as the leaders.
This country will become a country ruled by businessmen, and all laws will be more inclined to commercial capital. Businessmen in this country will naturally have more freedom!
"As long as he dies! We can successfully take over the command power of the empire! This country does not need an emperor, what it needs is a democratically elected parliament!" Beside him, a young man in military uniform said coldly.
"Ultimately, our goal is to achieve full-member elections. But after overthrowing the tyranny, in order to ensure a smooth transition, we have to implement limited elections for 100 years!" After he finished speaking, he looked at the like-minded friends around him.
Sure enough, he lived up to his hopes, and a handsome young man agreed with him: "Nobles vote! Elite elections! Only in this way can this country have a way out!"
While talking, someone started singing a slogan, and everyone became a little excited, as if what they had planned had been successful: "For Loveland Hill!"
"We must kill Chris! Only when the tyrant dies! Can the world return to normal!" Talking incessantly, these young people hypnotized themselves by repeating these rebellious words.
A slightly timid young man lowered his voice and asked his companions: "Yes, will it go well?"
His companion looked dismissive, as if anyone who asked such a question was an idiot: "Of course, it will go smoothly! Under the emperor, the most powerful ministers are businessmen, and only businessmen are the future of this world.
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"We control the means of production and the lifeblood of this country. Why should we tolerate an emperor who restricts our progress?" Ever since, everyone has entered a state of madness, as if they had taken too many drugs.
"Although it seems that the progress of this world is brought about by the emperor Chris! But if you think about it carefully, you will know that this is just an illusion on the surface!" Several people talked nonsense, as if they had already
It's like knowing the truth.
Because they don't have the guts to express their opinions on the Internet, these guys don't even have the courage to be keyboard warriors. So they set up such an organization, gathered together, and imagined a world without emperors.
"It was that damn emperor who stole the wisdom of everyone else! He relied on cleverness and robbery to steal other people's achievements and finally turned them into his own! He is a thief, a thief through and through!" Another person said:
Several people joined the carnival, twisting their bodies and dancing.
"This can also explain why he is the only one who can come up with so many inventions that shock the world! He can't complete those designs by himself, so he is just a criminal who steals other people's things!" Others nodded.
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"Without him, our world will still progress, and all conditions are already met!" At the end of the carnival, all that is left is ignorant self-confidence.
At the end, several people had no strength left and murmured a word that made them feel comfortable: "Hang him..."
Next door is a small room without windows. This is not the gorgeously decorated house next door, but a mezzanine between two regular rooms.
Several middle-aged men in casual clothes put down their listening devices and looked at each other - they all saw contempt and disdain in each other's eyes.
"Do you want to notify the police and arrest these people?" The agent belonging to the Special Tasks Department of the Guards asked his superiors softly.
His boss sneered and then shook his head: "No, let them continue. There are orders from above to keep them useful."
"Keep it? How can such a guy who is trying to conspire against others be useful?" The sergeant in civilian clothes had a puzzled look on his face, and his mind was full of thoughts of rushing in immediately and beating these bastards into a sieve.
"Even if it's just a piece of shit, it's still fertilizer if thrown in the fields." The leading officer reassured, and then ordered: "I must keep an eye on these people, and I can't make any mistakes. Do you understand?"
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I will continue to update the next three chapters tomorrow.
