[Fengshi City]

[Opening Day of the All Free People's Congress]

Large yellow clouds drift quietly in the sky.

The gentle wind blew the clouds and dragged a long trail behind him.

The trail stretched down like undulating waves, reflecting the water surface of the Anya River into a light red jade bi.

The Maple Stone City in the early morning was shrouded in a silence like a tulle.

Until the sun rises and shines on the roof of the cathedral, illuminating the golden morning light.

Suddenly, the church bell rang, spreading invisible ripples towards the streets and alleys.

"It's time." Gillard, who had been waiting in the hall for a long time, stood up with his knees and struggled to stand up: "Let's go."

Pierre wanted to support his father, but the latter refused tactfully. So Pierre bent down and helped his father take the old hat.

"Okay." Pierre said with a smile: "Let's go."

When I opened the door, the blue dawn spilled in from outside the house. I could vaguely see that there was also a person who left the officer's residence across the road in front of the door.

Ellen took his daughters out the door.

"There is no need to prepare food and drink for us." Gillard took out the style of the head of the family and kissed his wife and daughter goodbye: "I don't know when I will come back today."

After saying that, he took his son and son-in-law out of the house.

When he pressed his right hand against the front yard gate, Gillard remembered something and turned his head to ask his son: "Have you found the person you asked you to look for?"

Pierre looked puzzled: "Charle hasn't given me any news yet."

Old Mr. Mitchell stood quietly for a moment, sighed, pushed open the yard door, and disappeared from the vision of his wife and daughter with his son and son-in-law.

On the streets of the officer community, there is a clear distinction between professional officers, appointed officers and informal officers in Tiefeng County.

All the professional officers were wearing straight military dresses, shiny leather boots, and walking with their heads raised, making people afraid to look at them.

The appointed officers were dressed up in great costumes, but their steps were not confident enough and their expressions were very uncomfortable. Even if they were customized dresses that were exactly the same as those of formal officers, they could still be easily distinguished.

Informal officers in Tiefeng County do not need to be identified.

Because the officers of Tiefeng County did not have any dresses at all, they could not even find two clothes of the same color and shape on them.

The officers and soldiers of the Tiefeng County Army were still wearing civilian outfits when they joined the army, but they were dyed into the same color and were only used as military uniforms.

And since the qualified dye cannot be found, the "military uniforms" of the Tiefeng County Army will fade if they wash them once or twice.

So at first glance, there are a variety of blues.

However, the swords of the officers of the Tiefeng County Army were the most luxurious, and the sound of the boot heels hitting the ground when walking was the loudest.

Because whether it is a professional officer or a commissioned officer, they have to pay for their own clothes.

The leather boots on the feet of the officers of Tiefeng County and the sword on their waists were seized from the enemy.

Seizing is undoubtedly the most profitable way to buy.

Therefore, the chins of the officers in Tiefeng County were also raised to the highest level.

Although they were wearing coarse cloth clothes and walking among the "peacocks with open screens", they did not have any envy on their faces, and their shy expressions were overwhelming with one of the first two.

Because the site of the Freeman Congress is very close to the officers' residential area, there is no need to ride a horse at all.

So all the officers who left the apartment walked straight to the gate, and no one turned to the stable.

The officers walked forward with a serious expression, as if everyone knew the destination and what to do at the destination.

Loomingly, the footsteps merged into neat drum beats.

Seeing this scene, Gillard's son-in-law was a little nervous, but Gillard signaled him to do whatever he could.

Old Dusak led his son and son-in-law to naturally merge into the crowd, followed the large team to leave the officers' residence, wandered up the Anya River for a while, and then crossed the bridge.

Along the way, there are military police guarding each corner of the street and every alley. There are fully armed cavalry patrolling each road, with high alert, which makes people unconsciously hold their breath and lightly walk.

After crossing the bridge, the grand meeting hall of Maple Stone City Hall - the venue of the All-Liberal People's Congress, is close to you.

When you come to the square in front of the Grand Council, the atmosphere is so sacred and solemn, reaching its peak.

The entire square was completely surrounded by a majestic guard of honor.

The gorgeous brocade bands decorate the exterior walls of buildings around the square, and at the same time, isolate any malicious peeps.

Non-military free persons who were provided by the Preparatory Parliament walked into the municipal square from other entrances, and were then introduced into the venue according to the area.

Gillard's son-in-law Alex reluctantly said goodbye to his father-in-law and brother-in-law - he had to go and meet the free people in Leiqun County.

Then, Gillard waved his hand, rejecting his son's kindness to send him to the place.

After checking his identity, Old Dusak followed the guidance and stepped into the black conference hall alone.

Although it was up, down, and turned, there was always only one road under your feet, so Lao Dusak arrived at the main venue very smoothly.

As soon as he stepped under the dome, he understood the mystery of the venue arrangement:

In the Grand Seminar Hall, the originally stepped circular seats have been divided into eight sectors of equal size by fences; the front end of each sector is connected to the center of the "stage" and there is only one channel behind it; from what Gillard just saw, each channel is only connected to one entrance; In this way, the "free people" of each county will be introduced to different sectors to sit in, and even if they want to sit together, there is no chance.

Sure enough, in front of his sector, Gillard found an old friend, Richard from Blackwater Town.

Richard was lowering his head and smoking his pipe. At the same time, he talked to another short and fat middle-aged man beside him.

As soon as he saw Gillard Mitchell, Richard's two beards that had originally drooped on his upper lip immediately raised his face.

"Hello!" Richard from Blackwater Town greeted with a smile: "Girard Fleninovic!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Okay." Gillard took off his hat and held Richard's soft slap in his big calloused hand, and joked: "But it's not much better than my old horse."

"How are your family?"

"It's all very good to ask the Lord for blessing. Ellen is still thinking about you, so I will definitely tell you a good word. Where are you, where are your family?"

"It's all good. Alas, they are happier than in Blackwater Town living in Revodane." Richard's tone felt a little uncomfortable, but he quickly cheered up again, took Gillard's hand, and introduced to the short and fat middle-aged man beside him: "This is Mitchell Gillard, mayor of Wolf Town, and the owner of Mitchell Manor."

Richard paused, smiled, and said solemnly: "It is also the father of Adjutant Mitchell - do you know who Adjutant Mitchell is?"

"Wolf Cavalry?" asked carefully.

"Yes." Richard nodded.

"Oh! Mr. Mitchell, I have been long-lasting." The short and fat middle-aged man enthusiastically grabbed Old Dusak's other hand: "The son-in-law has really made a name for himself under the command of Lord Montane, and his future is bright and his future is bright!"

After saying the compliment, the short and fat middle-aged man remembered that he had not introduced himself yet. He scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I forgot to tell you the name. I am Nandor Krelov, from Niushi Valley. If you don't mind, just call me 'fat'."

Gillard was proud and a little lonely when he heard someone praise his younger son.

Richard saw that his old friend's emotions were a little complicated, and interrupted at the right time, and smiled: "That's called 'Tiger Father Without Dogs'. Brother Gillard was also a well-known Dusak back then. Do you still remember the Blood Hand Sult? The horse thief who could cut off the children's hands as a collection?"

"How could it be that I don't remember." Fatty Nandor was unknown, so: "But he was slaughtered twenty years ago?"

"Hanging the Blood Hand Shute." Richard made an exaggerated invitation to Old Dusak and smiled: "It is Gillard Fleninovic Mitchell in front of you - the bravest Dusak in Iron Peak County!"

The fat Nandor was also very considerate and immediately changed into a more admirable tone. He held Lao Dusak's one hand tightly with both hands and said excitedly: "It turns out that the beast who killed the Blood Hand Shoute is you? That beast still owes several blood debts in Niushi Valley. On behalf of the villagers of Niushi Valley - thank you! It turns out that he is a tiger father without a dog son! You must give me a chance to invite you to drink..."

Gillard was a little dizzy when he was touted, but he still calmed down and shook his head repeatedly.

"Okay, fat man, don't be too intimate." Richard teased: "Brother Gillard should think you want to borrow money!"

Hearing this, Gillard and Nandor Krelov both laughed.

After chatting with Nandor, Gillard did not go to find fellow villagers in Wolf Town anymore, and simply sat with Richard and Nandor.

The three of them had just talked about the past, and many people flocked to the Grand Seminar Hall.

Among the eight sectors, six sectors are almost full.

The most crowded sector is not enough seats, and people have to stand on the stairs and in the aisles.

On the contrary, Tiefeng County is the poorest among the seven county-level areas of Xinkendi, so there are few "free people" and the location is very abundant, so there is no worry about not having a place to sit.

In the Grand Seminar Hall, the seven sectors corresponding to the seven counties were more or less seated.

There is only the last sector next to Tiefeng County, and there is not a single person.

"See?" Nandor said to the empty next door sector: "Why no one sits there? Who are you leaving it?"

"Who else can you leave it for?" Richard curled his lips and said calmly: "Of course, there are seats for the 'masters'."

"That's right." Nandor seemed to have not smelled the sour smell in Richard's words at all, and said with a smile: "The officers are naturally 'free people'."

Richard ignored it and looked around the crowded hall, narrowed his eyes and said, "In my opinion, the arrangement of this venue is of particular importance."

"What's the point?" Nandor asked in confusion.

"They knew how many 'free people' were in each county, but they divided the seats into eight equal parts." Richard asked meaningfully, "What do you think?"

"Don't test me, man." Nandor grinned: "I definitely can't guess it, you just say it."

Richard dragged for a while until he roused Gillard's curiosity, he picked up his arm and said confidently: "The seats are equal to eight, which means it is not 'one person, one vote', but 'one county, one vote'."

"Hi." Nandor asked indifferently: "What's the difference?"

"The difference is so big." Richard frowned and explained seriously: "There are only a few free people in Tiefeng County? How many free people in Vorne County? If one person and one vote, our votes will be like wine dripping into a water tank, and it will be easily diluted so that no taste can be tasted."
To be continued...