Chapter 681 [Chapter of the Fatal Game] One Hundred and Thirty: Appearances of All Living Beings (7)

Lil Besarius, this grey-haired old man is not at all as reckless and stupid as he appears on the surface.

As one of the founders of the entire Yanan City management system, Lier Besarius has been a member of the "Elderly Helping Group" of the House of Lords in the early years. Because the empire parachuted many clerks and scholars to Yanan City in the past few years, so

He had to move from the House of Lords to the House of Commons and take up the position of senator to check and balance the "Imperial Gang" that parachuted into Yanam City and quickly formed a large scale.

Like every pensioner member of the House of Lords, Lier Besarius comes from an ancient noble family that has existed since before the empire expanded to the city of Yharnam. The history is so long that even the bloodline is no longer pure——

Although Lil Besarius bears the surname "Besarius" which represents the title of Viscount, he is actually not a pure-blood noble, but the illegitimate son of the previous generation of Viscount Besarius, who was born after a certain drinking party.

An unexpected product.

This old guy's luck has been running high since his mother's womb - a hundred years ago, the old Viscount Besarius was addicted to wine and all kinds of incense. He ruined his body at a young age, so much so that when he was forty years old,

No heirs yet.

Under such circumstances, the emergence of Lier Besarius became the hope of the Besarius family.

After getting older, Lier Besarius successively killed the nephews of the family mistress, and came to the door of three people who claimed that he was the illegitimate son of the old Viscount Besarius.

The male favorite of the old Viscount Besarius, and several of the younger brothers of the old Viscount Besarius, finally succeeded in taking over the title of viscount from the Besarius family and became the new viscount.

In this process, Heit Justus played an important role.

Although the age difference between the two is almost thirty years, it does not prevent them from becoming close friends. There are rumors that they even exchanged favors at that time, and their relationship was so good that they did not care about wearing the same pair of pants.

It is a pity that members of the Justus family have always been short-lived. After sending away two generations of Justus one after another, Lil Besarius still protected the Justus family.

"Winston Churchill is a very careless man."

There was no seriousness in Lil Besarius' tone, but he was clearly discussing something that required seriousness.

Charles looked depressed, but Lil Besarius knew that he was not lost because of the future of Yharnam City. Charles had long passed the age of wanting to create a better future for the city with passion.

"He was born into a noble family when the Northern Federation was not yet established. At that time, the Northern Federation had not opened customs and commerce was not developed. The people who grew up on this land were poor in all aspects. Later, his family sent him to study in the Imperial Capital.

Those new things must have had a considerable impact on the values ​​​​that he had developed since childhood, otherwise how could he come up with such a thing as using human life as a token of fame?"

Charles frowned, shook his head repeatedly, and whispered:

"It's so ungrateful... It's so ungrateful. He doesn't look like a noble."

Lil Besarius patted Charles on the shoulder:

"Nobility is not defined in this way. According to the standards of earlier times, no one is more noble than Winston Churchill. In ordinary times, he is harmless to humans and animals, elegant and compassionate, but when it comes to interests, he turns into a wolf. Such a talent

Only true nobles can end wars and build empires. People who are bound by nihilistic morality cannot become nobles."

"Charles, let's go back. The parade will arrive in the upper city before noon. It's time for us to make the final decision on this matter with those guys."

Although Charles was the leader of the Conservative Party, due to the age and experience gap, he always retained considerable awe for Lil Besarius. The two walked in silence across the new red carpet of the cloister of the House of Representatives and entered the chamber.

The interior space of the conference hall is very large. The square staircase surrounds the speaker's position in the center. It looks like a black boxing ring in Xiacheng District, Yanan City. The difference is that the people who enter here are all decent people and will not do it for

To win like a black boxer and fight until your head is bloody.

The chamber is not luxurious, and even the venue has not been renovated in the decades since the establishment of the House of Representatives.

The only difference from before is that there are fewer people here.

Thirty years ago, the large square space could accommodate nearly 600 people, but until now, only the center of the conference hall can accommodate people.

When Charles and Lil Besarius came in, everyone else had already arrived, and except for the dead Leonard Adams' seat, which was empty, all other seats were occupied.

In the Speaker's position was the Archbishop who parachuted down to the members of the House of Representatives with a choir of choirs to transcribe the House records. The kind-hearted Archbishop was now drowsy due to the excessive warmth in the venue, as if he was about to fall on the Speaker's desk the next moment.

"Praise the Holy Light!"

The deliberate shouts of Leal Besarius awoke the archbishop and succeeded in arousing his dissatisfaction.

"Viscount Besarius, you didn't go south to spend the winter?"

The archbishop looked like a eunuch in the palace, both in appearance and in speech and behavior, especially his eyebrowless and beardless appearance, which aroused the imagination of others.

"I remember that the Besarius family built a villa on the shores of Lake Worm in the south a few years ago. Every winter, they would drag their family to the south to spend the winter. Why didn't they go this year? It was to solve the problem of the system you originally formulated.

Did it cause any trouble?"

The Archbishop spoke these more poignant words in a calm tone and a sharp voice.

"The Grand Commander is aware of the suffering suffered by the people of Yanan City, so he told me that he must help handle this matter this time."

Charles Xianile Besarius said in one step:

"Praise the Holy Light, the Grand Master is such a kind man."

It was another young man who took over the conversation:

"The benevolence of the Grand Master should be put into practice, such as expanding church schools, promoting education for the poor, and opening up faith to new immigrants."

These words caused strong discomfort to Winston Churchill, and he said almost in a scolding tone:

"Freeman, shut your mouth now. You are just trying to use your words to claim Yanan City's tax revenue all day long. This stupid rhetoric is a complete waste of everyone's time."

A young man named Freeman responded sharply:

"General Churchill, you must not understand that if my proposal can be voted into motion, you will not have to bear the reputation of a butcher and let soldiers and marchers selected from the common people kill each other."

Winston Churchill stood up suddenly, stared at Freeman, and his chilling aura made the young man almost stop breathing.

"Everyone, be quiet. We are here to discuss things today, not to fight. Are you right, General Churchill?"

The Archbishop, who was sitting in the Speaker's seat, spoke. Winston Churchill had to sit back in his seat and remained silent for the next few minutes.
Chapter completed!