The demonstrators came like a flood that opened the gate. It took more than an hour to reach the outskirts of the administrative district. They did not dare to attack the noble residences protected by numerous guards, but directly blocked the water surrounded by the council building. The army that is waiting in full battle has entered a state of confrontation. Despite the large numbers, they are still frustrated in the face of powerful national violent institutions. Mobile phone reading

There is no way, after all, most ordinary people have a natural fear of law enforcement, so before the real blood, both sides will maintain a certain degree of restraint, but if the conflict breaks out accidentally, the situation will immediately become the worst. Either mutual aid will be suppressed, or the city hall will be destroyed and completely reduced to anarchy.

But even so, the building is in a panic, especially the six-member council at the top is holding an emergency meeting to discuss how to deal with the immediate crisis.

They all know that if it is not a last resort, it is best not to use violence, otherwise even if it can be suppressed, it will cause huge harm to Ascatla. Once the commercial capital loses these cheap labor, it will immediately become second-rate. At that time, even if the location is superior, the economic system will not be able to recover from the collapse of the economy.

No one who can enter the highest ruling class of Amn is a fool. They all know how serious the form is. They all have gloomy faces and almost fire in their eyes.

After being silent for a long time, a congressman took a deep breath and asked in a low voice: "Let's talk about it, what should we do with these rioting civilians."

"You have to ask! Get rid of them immediately! Then catch the masters behind the scenes! Capture all the guys who destroyed the shops and put them in the dungeon!"

"Yes! The **** must be hanged publicly! Also, I remember that the mutual aid association was not established by Naria? Why did she lose control as soon as she left?! Check! Be sure to check!"

...

If you don't speak, the parliamentarians who hold a fire with their mouths are all in a tough attitude, as if they will never stop without destroying the people outside.

Seeing that everyone around him was yelling in anger, a person who had not spoken sighed slightly, patted the table hard and roared: "Enough! I know you are very unwilling, but now is not the time to vent! Look out the window! The number of people who rioted has exceeded 20,000! One-fifth of the people in Ascatla are here! A solution must be figured out immediately!"

With the roar of this life, the house suddenly became quiet again, and these big men who were on the top of the day suddenly became like roosters that had been defeated in a fight. He groaned and sighed while covering his face.

They didn't know that what was just now was all nonsense and it was impossible to realize it, but the thought of bowing their heads to civilians who would never take a glance at them in the ordinary day made them all feel as uncomfortable as having eaten them overnight.

Just when the atmosphere is getting dull. The door of the confinement was knocked suddenly, and a voice stood outside and shouted: "Your honorable congressmen! Representatives from the rioting people outside sent a letter saying that they had their conditions written on it."

"Conditions?! They robbed all the shops along the street! They still have the face to make prerequisites?!!!" A congressman stood up and smashed the table angrily, his eyes were quickly congested, and his teeth clenched.

Another congressman lightly patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Don’t be angry. Let’s get over this crisis. Anyway, the ruling power is still in our hands, and we can slowly liquidate it later. Don’t worry, I promise those who provoke it. None of the people involved can escape."

After speaking, he yelled at the people outside the door: "Come in!"

"Yes, sir."

As soon as the voice fell, an officer in full armor opened the door, walked in with his head strutting, put a crumpled parchment on the table with both hands, and then turned and left. He knew this was the meeting place for top decision-makers in Amn. So I didn't dare to stay for more than a second, and when I went out, I took the door shut.

After watching the outsiders leave, the highest-ranking person stood up and spread out the parchment with a disgusting expression, and read the above content to everyone in a low voice.

"The distinguished six-member council...huh, this group of lowly civilians still use honorifics, which is really beyond my expectation."

After a sneer and sarcasm, he continued to read: "Dear Council of Six, our Mutual Aid Association solemnly asks you three points on behalf of the working people of Ascatel. Please consider carefully before responding. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee anything that people who lose their minds because of anger will do.”

"First. Abolish or drastically reduce the poll tax. As poor, we should not pay this high tax like any wealthy nobleman, because His Majesty Henry of the West Hartland Kingdom once said that the poll Tax is the most unequal tax in the world. It will only make the poor poorer and the rich richer. If our neighbors can do it, why can't we do it!"

"Second, we believe that the city hall needs to provide more job opportunities and higher salaries. We are too poor. We do the hardest and most tiring work every day, bringing prosperity to the city. But I can’t even eat the cheapest brown bread. It’s not fair.”

"Third, you must eliminate the part of the law that protects merchants and nobles. We require everyone to be equal, and we must publicly ensure that we will never account for what happened today, otherwise we will be punished by the gods."

"These are our requirements. You have half an hour to think about it. As soon as the time is up, we will launch a charge to completely drive you out of vampires. Amn is the Amn of the people, not of the nobles or merchants. Since it does not represent our interests, then we will overthrow it. Perhaps it would be a good idea to let His Majesty Henry Angome serve as the King of Amn in the future. After all, he has a powerful force to protect the security of the country and let the civilians. Eat a full stomach. Remember, you only have 30 minutes, don’t delay in any way, we don’t eat this set."

Just after reciting the last word, a member of Parliament stood up and grabbed the parchment. Without a word, he tore it to pieces, followed by a loud roar in anger: "Dreaming! These untouchables are dreaming! They thought it was a dream! Who am I? Suppress! Let the army kill them all! The big deal is that we will recruit people from other places in the future! This precedent must never be set!"

In his eyes, this is not a negotiation at all, but a naked threat. If the council compromises, there will be a second, third, and fourth time in the future, not to mention Amn’s history. Even the entire Faerun continent can't find a second case, and everyone in this house will become the laughing stock of other countries.

For the ruler, there is nothing more terrifying than losing the awe of the people, because if a country has the courage to rebel against violent institutions on a large scale, then the country is not far from collapse, and the next challenger of rights will inevitably be The previous ruler rushed to kill, so as long as it is not a fool, no one will agree to such a very humiliating clause.

An older congressman shook his head helplessly and reminded in a low voice: "We all understand what you said, the army is also capable of suppressing this riot, but the problem now is that they mentioned Henry Angome."

"Yes, this is indeed a big trouble. He owns the only floating city in the entire Faerun Continent. A full of more than 100,000 primitive tribal coalition forces from the wild world were defeated in just a few minutes, and he also arrested several. Ten thousand strong slaves, we are completely unable to resist, so the most urgent thing is to figure out his attitude first." Another congressman said in a heavy tone.

Floating City!

One of the highest masterpieces of the Netheril era. It possesses unimaginable power. Especially after learning about the spectacular scene of Olympus and Ghost City a while ago, there are no more than the elves of Eternal Judgment Island. Any country that thinks it has the ability to withstand attacks of that degree has sent envoys to make friends with the newly born Kingdom of West Hartland, and some countries that are under threat even want to form alliances in order to deter eager enemies.

Of course, because Henry was not there, it was neither Queen Shikodi or Prime Minister Hawke who was in charge of receiving them. Neither of them had the right to make any decisions. They could only arrange for the envoys to stay first and wait until the king came back.

As the closest to Baldur’s Gate, Ascatla naturally sent an envoy, and it was the first one to send out, so I got a lot of information, and I know how strong my neighbors in the north are, let alone floating city. , Is to reorganize tens of thousands of captive slaves and go south to make Amn drink a pot.

After thinking about it, the congressman who couldn't find a solution slammed his feet~lightnovelpub.net~ cursed in a low voice: "Damn! We spend a lot of taxes every year for the Masked Mage Guild. Couldn't they come up with a solution? What's the solution? What did Ms. Charanona say? Is she just planning to watch the whole city go into turmoil?"

"Hey... Ms. Chalanola did not come forward, but the answer given by the senior wizards after a meeting was that the civilian riots had nothing to do with magic, nor were they invaded by foreign enemies. Masked wizards have no right to interfere. This matter is only for this matter. We will solve it by ourselves, so we quickly think of a way to stop Henry Angomi’s appetite. Even if we don’t help us, we must keep him neutral, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.” After finishing the discussion, the congressman grabbed his hair hard, revealing. A frustrated expression on his face.

But he might never know that Chalanola is just a character created by Sean VII. The necromantic emperor is busy restoring his strength. How can he have time to take care of other nostalgic matters, not to mention that he has so many enemies. , If you don’t continue to keep a low profile, then basically don’t think about living a clean life.

In addition, the original agreement between the six-member council and the masked wizard guild did not suppress the civilian riots. The so-called matter has nothing to do with themselves, and they don’t care about things like power struggles. Anyway, no matter who will rule the security in the future. M, you have to organize this spellcaster, otherwise, if so many mages, if you just find a little trouble, you can't eat and walk around... (to be continued.) xh118()